Before I went into the Air Force, my mom and I lived in a mobile home. There was a couple who lived next door we visited with a lot. Dot had had 4 sons who served in Vietnam.
She had a cassette tape one son had sent her, recorded right before he was killed. My mom and I looked for, and found, a tape player so she could listen to it, because she never had. It was 1976, and she'd been hanging onto it for a few years.
I thought she'd want to listen to it alone, but she wanted us to stay. I didn't understand why at the time, and maybe I still don't. I think maybe it was the only way she could share her son with friends.

Moms HAVE to be strong.