My little girl is so sad. Deep, from the gut, sad. She is always missing someone. In the moment, it is whoever isn't there - either Mom or Dad. But really, I think she misses the family we once were. The wholeness of the unit. The complete picture. "Can you find a picture of 'The Five of Us'?" To keep under your pillow next to your baby album full of pictures of your Dad and I beaming as we stare in wonder at the miracle of you, beautiful you? Sure, baby. Of course. I can see the memories of "us" beginning to fade and slip through her fingers. Like the image of a loved ones' face starting to fade with time... And no matter how tight you squeeze your eyes shut and ball up your fists, you just can't make your brain recall the image in focus. And all you're left with is a fuzzy blur that seems more like a feeling than a memory leaving you wondering - was it ever real? "Mom, did you ever come to the cabin with us? Have you ev