Today our neighbor Brendan told us that things had been stolen out of their car, including $1000 of gift cards & their kids’ portable DVD player. I got very excited, ran up to our son David’s room, and brought Brendan a DVD player that we had bought David 8 years ago, that he had never used. But after that a feeling of sadness came over me. This DVD player had been a millstone around my neck for the last 8 years, during which time I kept checking its battery, charging it up, unplugging it again, etc. I had finally found a home for it. Why the sadness? I finally realized that the player was a connection between me & David. Every time I checked it, I thought about him. Every time I felt annoyed about having to tend to it, I thought about him. Now he is out of our home, married, in a new home of his own, well into his own adult life. But every time he and Amanda come to visit, they have their own little home in our home.