Broken families are by definition broken. The thread of daily familiarity is gone. With time, however, it is possible to pick up some of the strands. This is exactly what has happened over the last two weeks.
Sarah, my youngest daughter now works in Toronto; Olivia, my second youngest daughter lives in Toronto. So, what could be more natural than to meet for lunch. We did; and we did it again.
It was an exhilarating experience, both times.
Divorce is permanent; the shattered pieces can be picked up.