I remember the day you were born. My first grandchild. What a novelty! You were beautiful and cuddly. At age one, you were a happy child. At two, you were witty, expressive and as loving as a two-year-old could be. At three, you changed. The doctor said it was autism.
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What a year! Need I list it all: disease, loss of life, racial injustice, a bitter election, a nation torn apart. . . . Yet, there have been moments of gratitude. Gratitude, when New Yorkers stepped out of the warmth of their apartments. . . .