“We can complain that rose bushes have thorns, or rejoiced that thorn bushes have roses.” ~Abraham Lincoln Three people in my life, a cousin and two friends all passed away in the last couple of months. Learning about each of these deaths has taken me to a different place in my own grief over my son. In some ways they have showed me places I’ve healed, but in others has been like ripping the band-aid off the wound revealing painful new territory. Another layer of realizing my boy isn’t physically here. Yes, the raw deep ache of my mothers grief lays just beneath the surface waiting for the right moment to peak out.…