Life, Death and Rebirth

   Sigh, I admit, I do still fall into bouts of sadness here and there.  Our family recently lost a great man.  He was eighty years old, sixty of those years married.  He has children and grandchildren.  He was involved with the community.  Now, just days before Christmas, with his passing, I'm sure the family is thinking of another loss.  The loss of a great woman, who was a great-grandmother, grandmother and mother, on Christmas day, ten years ago.  See, holidays and death.
  Selfishly, today, as I was looking at our Christmas tree, I was overcome with sadness.  Partly, because this is a funeral we will not be able to attend, and say goodbye.  And because it reminds me that we didn't have any type of memorial for our unborn infant, that we lost last year.
 I feel robbed of a proper goodbye.
 I feel robbed, of not having a first ornament on our tree, or a new one this year.
 I feel robbed of not having a newborn picture on the wall, next to the other boys.