Let’s have burgers for dinner,’ my son Ian, then 22, said after his brother, Alexander, 16, walked in the door from school.
‘I can cook them over the firepit,’ he added.
It was a warm Friday in 2017, and the boys and my husband Sheldon, who we call Shep, then 48, and I loved to spend time out on our deck in the evenings looking at the luminous night sky. Especially when our daughter, Rosie, 20, was home from uni and our other son, Nathan, also 20, was visiting. They weren’t here this night, but
