"We can only stay a minute. We are on our way to a luncheon. But I wanted to tell you that everything is good. Everything that happens leads to happiness, even the things that look bad." My father in law seemed emphatic. 

 

 

They are closer to ninety than to eighty, and have seen enough heartache to use up a box of tissues. Or three. Dad fought in WWII at the age my sons were shooting animated bad guys on a 3 inch screen, a bag of chips at the ready. He tried for decades to invent and produce erasers that would saturate the market, and watched his beloved business go bankrupt, taking two houses with it. He had felt the irreconcilable gap between his father and brother cleave their family over religious differences.