Special dates on a calendar are punctuation marks in what could otherwise be one long, winding, rambling sentence spanning years. They are restful pauses, a contrast to the routine, something to look forward to. Then it happens. The special events come undone and plans unravel. You might as well knock over an extra-large latte on a desk calendar and watch the ink bleed and the coffee puddle into the shape and size of Lake Michigan. The once-beautiful forecast for an outdoor event turns to severe storms with heavy winds and damaging hail. You’re hosting a family get-together and at 10 the night…