Abigail Van Buren

DEAR ABBY: When I was a teenager, my immigrant grandparents brought back hand-knit sweaters from Ireland, the country in which they were born, for everyone in our family.

I lost my 19-year-old son 10 years ago to suicide. This has been the worst decade of my life, and I grieve for him every day. My friend has been equating the death of her pet to the death of my son, which has caused a major rift in our relationship. It is not only insulting but also beyond hurtful to me to hear that the passing of a pet is as painful and tragic as the loss of my son.

The house stays ugly because the possible arguments are too daunting.

Money and the dental expenses aren’t an issue, but he would rather spend extra money doing fun things as a family ...

For the record, his weight means nothing to me. I never pushed him to be “slim” or “buff,” but rather to be healthy and have enough stamina to keep up with our kids and get off the CPAP machine. Money and the dental expenses aren't an issue, but he would rather spend extra money doing fun things as a family, making memories and having adventures, which is great. I just wish he could have a nice smile while doing it. Advice? -- NOT QUITE PERFECT IN OHIO

I'm tired of putting her up to be closer to casinos.

DEAR READERS: Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and no Thanksgiving would be complete without sharing the traditional prayer penned by my dear late mother:

DEAR ABBY: How do I handle an elderly aunt who has a gambling problem? I live in a town with casinos. She lives in another state four hours away. She

Middle schooler considers confronting the duo about the inappropriate things they say.

DEAR ABBY: I'm in middle school and part of a large friend group. I have one friend, “Kaleigh,” who completely changed last year because of the influence of another girl.