When I was younger and my parents were still alive, I never thought about them worrying about me.  They never called to check on me so I never gave it a thought that they might wonder how I was.  I suppose when I was in Viet Nam they may have been concerned.  But, it's just not something that I thought about.  Now that I have kids and have lost a son, daughter-in-law, and grandson, I know all about worrying.  And, I worry way too much.  I want them to be on their own and to be a productive member of society.  But more than anything, I want them to be happy and safe so I can be happy.