On Mother’s Day  it will be a year since my son, Kyle, died.  For those of you who have lost the unthinkable, your child, you

wonder how you will get through it.  There are no signposts on this road.  You just manage and then you manage some more.  A part of your own life is over.  You experience intense heartache and nothing relieves it.  Part of you dies with your child and you now will live your life with part of you gone.  The rest of you will wrap yourself around this gaping wound and patch yourself together.  It’s as if someone severed off a vital body part and the remains reconfigure themselves to survive.

It was Mother’s Day morning that he succumbed to cancer.  He cried that he couldn’t take care of me when I became too old to care for myself.  It was the most poignant phone call.  …