Thanksgiving, Christmas, maybe Easter. Birthdays, anniversaries, funerals. We got together just as much for the camaraderie as for the chuck roast. We called it family dinner.
It was a time to sit down, face-to-face, and remember. Remember who we are and where we came from and how we got here. It was a time to plan and discuss where we are going. But we don’t do it anymore. Too busy...
