On Friday, photos of my mom appeared on my Apple watch. I wasn’t aware of pressing any buttons. The photos had been taken at different times, but they both showed Mom smiling and her bright blue eyes shining. The photos made me happy and weepy; we were approaching the one-year anniversary of her death.

It was a very difficult year. It was a year when sadness was an ever-present lump in my throat. It was a year when I jumped every time my home phone rang; she and telemarketers were the only people who called that number. It was a year when I needed to stay away from places — Hampton Beach, Barnes & Noble…