"Realizing as I see the date that my feelings about his loss are still more or less frozen in amber," writes Retriever, remembering her baby brother, taken from his loved ones before his time. That's just how we feel about Baby Cakes:
The only comfort is remembering how much he loved life. Every time we open the front door now to take a gander at the light fantastic playing upon the latest salt bulk carrier docked at Eastern Salt across the street, we long for his eager emergence out onto the porch to satisfy his curiosity. We always had to beware and scoop him up in our loving arms to make sure he didn't "escape" down the steps into the killer street. He was a gift. Everything forever after is tinged with sadness. Now we're thinking of another loss, our dear blogfriend Sippy's recent loss of his "best generation" father. His tribute is the finest bit of writing ever. Prepare yourself to tear up.