I'm so sorry for you and your mom and your son. I remember when my dad died and we were going through his stuff and I found poems I wrote and drawings I made when I was in Kindergarten, and thought "Who else in my life is ever going to love me enough to want to save this sort of stuff for 20 years, in a place they'd see it every day?" What you wrote about not only losing someone you love, but also losing a slice of your history is so true and so hard.