The Christmas Fudge was perfect, the tree decorated, cookies baked, and we were full of expectation for a wonderful time together. All six of our children were coming home for Christmas, along with spouses and our two grandbabies. We couldn’t wait. I was making dinner when my husband John went out to get the mail, returning with assorted Christmas cards, fliers for local businesses, and a letter from our youngest daughter. “Dear Mom and Dad,” he began, after opening the small white envelope. ... View the Post