I woke up yesterday morning with these words in my head: “It could have ended differently, I suppose. But it didn’t.”
It’s the voice of the narrator in Mansfield Park at the very end of the film, pausing over a happy tableaux of the characters arranged on the lawn of the manor.
My grandmother’s home was like that, only less British. Sprawling and American, it looked out over its orchard and gardens and pool and lawns and the forest in the distance.
It could have ended differently, I suppose. But it didn’t.
Displaced 
Emma-I am a classmate of Ingrid’s from Kane High School. My husband and I live in Kane, are friends of Clelands and know Mike quite well. Julie C forwarded your email to me. We are grieving and praying for all of you. Please pass this message and my email address along to Ingrid. Thanks- Becky Harris