Coming up on eight months since my son Jesse died. His birthday, the first Christmas without him. We have had a very hard winter so far. The summer and fall went by in a flash but this winter seems to drag on. I long for spring to see renewal.I find that the people in my life are saying his name less.Some seem worried that the depth of my grief is still immense.Almost as if I should be ''better'' by now. I am enormously resentful that I am supposed to mourn to conform to other peoples…