We couldn’t find my seventy-five-year-old mother. I chatted with her each night after my dad died, but this time, calls to her home phone and cell phone went unanswered. Due to vision problems, she’d told me, “I just don’t drive after dark anymore,” but it was after 9:00 PM. Her neighbor fretted when I called because Mama’s car was missing. Her best friend had not talked to her that evening. Therefore, my husband drove twenty-five miles to a neighboring county to check her calendar and phone messages before calling the sheriff’s department. Shortly before he arrived, the neighbor called to…