How is it possible that I’ve known my 24-year-old daughter longer than my 27-year-old daughter?
My 27-year-old is still alive and well.
Or so I’ve been told from my younger daughter.
I am proud of and love both of my daughters.
However, August 12, 2007, was the last time I saw my oldest.
To this day, I still don’t know why.
But let me take you back.
My daughters are two of the blessings from my first marriage, which ended in divorce in 2002.
Growing up, my daughters and I...