I can not help but think of my mother during the month of May.  I was born on Mother’s Day in 1955 and I as a result, I always had that sort of daughter-mother-sister-woman sensibility about May.  Now, attached to this May narrative is the loss of my mother on May 31 of 2013.  May is a remembrance of sorts.  Some days I am just at a loss of words about it, but it impacts everything.