Unlike a lot of people I know, I had a dad who stayed married to my mother for fifty-eight years. He was in love with her the whole time, and always loved his children, grandchildren, and great granddaughter. My parents were there for me in childhood and adulthood. Were they perfect? No. I wondered sometimes if they really understood me, but I never wondered if they loved me. I always knew they did.
You may not be able to relate to my...