I received a text from my estranged daughter Becky yesterday, and we began chatting. It's been a couple months since we last connected.

At one point she asked for my address. All of a sudden the words from my long time friend Skoge, who used to live with us, came rushing back. She said Make sure you're not getting ghosted! Like, make sure this is Becky you're texting with, not some disgruntled ex-boyfriend who want's to take you out!

So I texted: Do you remember my mom? You're grandmother? And she replied: Of course I do, I talk about the three of you quite often (grandma Janice & King). She laughed at the question, authenticity resolved...

My daughter is 55, a grown ass lady who has given me many grand-children. She lives in the Bay Area with her boyfriend Greg and her bff Jeana. She seems happy and together.

I sensed no bitterness on her part, just a desire to get together and re-connect. I would love to make that happen somehow, it's a great big giant hole in my heart, that I need to fill, before I die!