Mother's Day malaise

Mother's Day just passed, and while I am happy for all the moms that got flowers, or brunch or what have you it is, for me, a painful day, that can set off a depression and I generally just pray that it passes quickly. Only one person wished me a happy Mother's Day, my sister, and it's a toss up really...I am hurt and angry that no one said anything to me, but if they had I will admit I would have been defensive and upset if they had too. The truth is I was a mother to be for a baby that wasn't to be. I delivered a corpse that day 3 years ago, Isabella never took a breath of the worlds air, never cried, laughed, cough or did anything outside of my womb, which is what attacked her and killed the only child I seem likely to ever have. However I also was an "other mother" for 10 years to my godsons, so while I feel unworthy biologically to claim a right to Mother's Day as a back up or assistant parental figure I think I earned the right.
       The truth is there is no "right" way to approach me on that day. It hurts and I imagine it always will. I know I am not alone, there mom's whose children are gone, left this world who can no longer be mother on that day, and children who have at best strained relationships with their mom or whose mom is gone, so they are reminded of the loss they still grapple with each day. I get it, and we, all of us, find our own ways to pass the day, just hoping for it to be over. My heart aches for all of them, I have many among my friends that fall into one of these categories. we each of us just find a way to pass the day and get past it. One more day to serve as a painful reminder of what we cannot have. I don't know if there is a solution, I certainly have no ideas....all I know is for another year it is oast, and now aise from the anniversary of the day I miscarried in October, and the holidays it's out of the way, not to bother me again for 12 months.