What are the chances we would be seated at a table in Perkins in Niagara Falls, Canada and I would see this name written by a girl named Ava who sat at this table prior to us? Once upon a time, Ava traveled with the boys and I. An omen? In the first few days of this trip, I had a feeling of sadness inside because I missed her. Holidays and birthdays have been especially difficult in the last four years. It is weird that I would see her name handwritten all the way here in Canada. I will never forgive her mother from keeping her from me.