Mark’s dad died in a work-related accident. A steel girder fell on his head during construction of a bridge. He left three children, all under the age of four. My son-in-law, Mark, the oldest, has two younger sisters. When I think of family love, I see the upside of this tragedy. Mark’s family grew up in a large Victorian home with other family members. Also, cousins lived close by. The family did life together and, even today, lives in close proximity. I enjoy them on Facebook; my feed rolls with photos of their antics and laughter. Mark and Amy asked us to drop by their house to feed their cat when they drove up to the mountains to spend the weekend with his siblings and cousins. They celebrated a cousin’s birthday. One heartfelt present brought tears to Amy’s eyes when she told us about it when they came home. The gift, a box of old photos, entertained the group as they each reached in and grabbed ...