Can’t say I saw this one coming. I awoke this day with a tear moistened pillow, after a night of unsettling dreams. Put on the coffee at 0530, same as I have every day for the last 30 years, but I knew that everything in my life from today forward had somehow changed. Little things set me off to blubbering like a girly-man: a red squirrel searching for a late winter cache of acorns tucked in by the stone wall that the deer had yet to find. The same wall that 19 years ago, a happy little boy delighted in...