As a Brit living in the US, I get two Mother’s Days every year—the UK celebration in March and the American one in May. It used to mean a double celebration, an extra excuse to send a card across the Atlantic. But when you have lost your mom, those days hit differently. They become a double reminder of what is missing. Article continues after advertisement Six months before I started writing my book, my mom, Janet, died. She was an artist and designer, a sister, mom, and grandmother who loved reality TV and painted every day. One day we had a mom, the next we didn’t. The questions were endless: Why did this happen? How long would it take to get a death certificate? Why do I feel this way? None of it made any sense. But it turns out that none of it makes any sense to anyone. One thing I’ve learned from working with Google Trends data every day is that no one is truly alone in their emotions or experiences, although it often feels like it. A loss is a loss, and grief is grief, no matter who it is for.…