One of the things I loved about my folks' life was that people would drop in at any time of the day and be welcomed. Another place would be set, even if just for coffee, if we were sitting down to eat. People knew to come to the back door and walk right up the back steps into the porch and through the French door into the kitchen. Even now, there's a good likelihood my folks would be right there with open arms. My own life, you'd probably not even find me at home, and there probably wouldn't even be a place to sit if you came it, though I'd try to move things aside. My heart is there, and I'd love the surprise company; it just doesn't happen the same way. What a loss.