She hadn't heard from him since.Now her baby girl had moved out and was living with a futureless bum in a trailer. She could have so much more, Gwen t...hought. Her son was in his second year of college. He had a football scholiship to an out of state school. It had been over a month since she had heard from either of them and that was when they were asking for some money. "Girl you have to get over this," she said to herself. Her voiced filling the empty house only compounded her lonelyness.Gwen. I located the place on my map and took a trip, checkbook in hand. I found an old farm house that looked like it was going to fall over at any moment. The barn behind it was in worse shape. I managed to get up the porch stairs and knocked. Soon a bent-over old lady that must have been in her nineties answered the door.She ushered me in and we shared some coffee. She told me the story of the trailer. Her nephew had bought it and had it re-conditioned as it was pretty old. He'd gone to Afghanistan. I thought I was lucky when I found one for under $40. And let me tell you, that didn't happen too often."About four years ago the founder of our company had a disagreement with her boss. She worked for a firm that made customized swimsuits, and she brought the same ideas with her when she founded Your Best Bra. We make customized bras, and we guarantee they fit and support, and they don't look like what we've call the Brunhilda bra - you know what I mean, the industrial strength bra that. “Oh my god! It’s, is it? It’s you?”I just nodded.“Oh, you sweet, fucking dork, that’s so kind and thoughtful and… how did you make it?”When I explained she started laughing at the difficulty I had had and started crying when I told her that my mum had nearly caught me doing it. She got up and gave me a tight hug.“It may be one of the daftest things someone has ever done for me, but it’s lovely.”“Well, when we can’t be together, we can still be together.”I felt her hand wrapping around mine and.