The author and her family spend Mother's Day at her son William's grave. Courtesy of Susie Shaw My early Mother's Days were joyful, then became a rare break from parenting. After my son died, I had to learn how to mother both a living child and a dead one. Now I spend Mother's Day at the cemetery, the only place I feel like my whole family is together. I don't specifically remember my first Mother's Day as a mother, over 16 years ago. But I know it must have been so sweet. My husband probably