It sounds so hard, Paper Roses. So very, very hard. Glad the grandchildren are doing well -- none of mine are adults yet. It's possible that could happen when they are, too.

It's an enormous loss. Nobody's perfect, and yet, and yet -- they seem to have gotten what they needed to function at least mostly OK in the world. Why hate us at this point? And be unwilling, unable, unwanting to make things better? I really DON'T understand it. It is what it is and I don't understand.

I wish you peace as well.