Prologue Here I am, on Mother's Day, with my mom, Amelia, and my son,
Aryn. The weather is perfect. The breeze wraps its arms around me, the sun kisses my face, and the smell of flowers everywhere give my senses a lift. It couldn't be a more perfect day for Mother's Day, except that my mother lay 6 feet below me and my son's ashes are in the tiniest of urns. Not the outcome you ...