DEAR ABBY: When my son and daughter were growing up in the '60s and '70s, most of our conversations took place in the kitchen with me sitting in a chair and them perched on the counter. Thirty years later, my grandsons still sit on the counter while we talk.
My son died five years ago. I wish I could see him sit on that countertop again. -- GRANNIE IN HUNTSVILLE, ALA.