It was another Mother's Day. I thought of you. I won't be melodramatic and say it hasn't gotten easier - it has. The sting faded a long time ago. And, yes, it is easier. But it's still not always easy. I could use some advice, to be honest. You died before I had a chance to get married, or become a father. And, frankly, I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to be a good husband. I don't know how to raise a daughter. She's beautiful, by the way - your granddau