Kristi, I wish I could sit quietly with you, and encourage you to talk and write whenever the spirit moves you. This isn’t supposed to happen to mothers. It’s not the right order of things. And yet, your son sounds much like mine: he’d want you to live and be happy. Mustering the wherewithal to do that, to smile at the humor you know he’d appreciate and share, that’s one good way to honor your son. Hang in there, Mom.