It happened again last night. Mom crying in the middle of the night, soft sobs coming from her room. She doesn’t know I’ve heard her, but it’s happened many times since dad died. I worry about her. Dad was everything to her, and he worshiped the ground mom walked on. Now it’s just the two of us. Sure, the other kids still come around for the holidays, but not as much as they used to. There’s always an excuse to...