So what do I have to say, today, on the 5-year anniversary of the death of my firstborn son? I know he's where he was born to go. But, help.

Once upon a time (and what seems like only just yesterday), I was wandering the china and crystal section of Marshall Field's in Chicago.

We feel great sadness at various times in our lives--illness, loss of a job, financial problems, death, and so on...