Between the travel west and my list of addresses, I had hours of driving ahead of me. I did my best to avoid being maudlin, but it was hard not to think about Roger’s father slowly dying, about what that would mean for Roger and the rest of his family. I didn’t know the details of the double-digit children’s adoptions, how long or from what ages they’d been raised together. Roger obviously felt protective of his sisters, but how close were any of the siblings? With both parents gone, would they still feel connected to each other? Assuming they ever had.
My sister Lisa and I had always struggled with our relationship, and even more so after my brother died in our teenaged years. As I prepared to exit the interstate for equally boring secondary roads, I wondered how much harder it would be
