Today my drycleaner asked where my son was. When I told her that he had died, she began to cry and pray for me. She asked (kindly) what had happened. I told her that he died of SIDS and I left and sat in the parking lot and cried. I feel like there are minefields all around me and it is hard to go in public. I am touched that she remembered Hank, but it feels like being kicked in the gut. What do you say to people who mean well?