Two years ago today, we buried my father. I cried then – I still do. It's hard without him because he'd always been there. My mother is healthy and lives in the house they shared. Her strength and faith maintain her through each day. There's a gaping hole in life with him gone but his spirit is with her and their love prevails. My parents, through the ebb and flow of life, were together for 65 years – an astonishing record. In this day of splintered families, I was fortunate to have an intact home. Mom and Dad were always...