For different reasons, both our daughter, who is 27 years old, and our son who is 47 years old, are visiting this weekend. We had a great visit last night just watching football and joking and talking.
Not a big deal you say? Actually, it is. For a variety of reasons, this is the first time the four of us have been alone together. Ever. Other times has involved friends and relatives. But never before just us. I am valuing this time very much but cannot help thinking about our son, Brent, who is missing. He died in 1996.