Most of us live our happiest days unaware — not knowing they’ve vanished until we find ourselves in times of sickness, ill fortune or isolation. Now, when I deal with life’s smaller struggles — if my kitchen ceiling is leaking, my family argues about politics, or I receive yet another parking ticket — I remind myself that things could be so much worse. This might be the happiest I’ll ever be . In the summer of 2022, my husband Chuck and I sent Henry, our 18-year-old son, off to college. He’d