I started reading Anna Quindlen's "After Annie: A Novel" today. Forty years ago, my wife Jan and I used to read Ms. Quindlen's column "Life in the Thirties" in The New York Times, even if we didn't have time to read anything else. We clipped and saved each column, which helped us manage getting older with children. I am reading "After Annie," which is about how love can overcome loss.

Where Have I Been, Where Am I Going?
I Am OK, Alone But Not Lonely
As a child, I occasionally experienced homesickness, but as an adult, it’s a feeling I rarely encounter. However, the pain of longing to return home is still vivid in my memory. Thursday, while at Venue 104, Franco gave me some cookies that crumbled in my hand. The taste and texture of those cookies instantly transported me back to a time when I would crumble with homesickness after my wife died. The experience was so powerful that I could taste it.