There are times when you just need to put on your big girl panties and take a chance. After a messy divorce, contact with our grandson was nearly non-existent. Now that he's grown and on his second tour in Iraq, I've been worried sick about his safety. So I wrote my e-mail address on a Christmas card to his mother and asked her to keep me informed of his whereabouts. The least she could do is ignore me. Much to my surprise, she made contact through Facebook and now the whole family is communicating, including my grandson all the way from Iraq. There comes a time to let by-gones be by-gones!
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