I know when a death occurs I mourn more than the person that died. I mourn the loss of family. A cohesive unit that loves and cares for each other without reservation. Is that a dream and something that does not exist? I believe it does exist. I see it with others, that wholeness, that love. When I hear of a brother protecting a sister, a hug between them that is benign, and full of warmth, nothing else lurking…My sons have it, that innocence, that love.