A couple of years ago, my father whisked my mother and I to this Family Encounter weekend. It’s sort of a retreat for the family and it really was unfortunate that my brother couldn’t make it. That weekend was a real eye-opener for me; I really learned a lot about my parents, my mother especially. But more about that on later posts. This post is about a love letter we were asked to write to our families, recalling a dark moment in our lives. Imagine my surprise when we were then asked to read said letters aloud in front of…