This time of the year is always hard on me. It’s hard on anyone who’s lost a mother, I think. And it doesn’t just end on Mother’s Day, it’s a sadness that lingers as long as the discounted cards are out on display, with the lingering profile pictures on Facebook of happy children in their mother’s arms, the mental imagery of the flowers that now must be wilting on her grave. Harder still, I lost my sister a year ago yesterday. She was sick my entire life- diagnosed with bipolar schizophrenia a..