In late March, my family had a reunion/birthday celebration in the homes of my parents and sister. This also included my brother from the Boston area and other brother living in Irvine. The highlight of the weekend was the dinner prepared and served by my sister’s family and younger brother for the joint birthdays of my parents. After the meal we went round the table to say a word about my parents. It was one of those rare, beautiful and heart-felt moments in a lifetime that endure forever in the memory. It’s an ongoing joke by my brother that rather than admit to being tearful, it’s that there’s something in his eye. Not one was dry at that table on that evening in my parents’ house.