“Josie,” I called out as I spotted you walking to your car as you left the grocery store. You turned to see who was yelling. A smile cast upon your face as you saw your daddy striding up to talk to his little girl. “Shopping kiddo?” I said as I got close enough to not have to yell. You giggled, one of those taunting sounds that stir memories of tickling you when you were little. That was long before I found out what havin...