One time a friend of mine bore a son named Christopher. My friend was the most loving woman in the world and the time was so right for motherhood, but it was not to be, as he was stillborn. It was crushing, her sadness, but one thing she arranged was a beautiful service. It was a little chilly, but the hymns helped. The sermon too. Even though it was a token of our feeling, it benefited from the presence of whatever spirit we could summon. It didn’t seem sufficient, but it was. It really helped lay that love she felt so strongly for her son in its special place where it will always be, blessed by innocence. To H, thanks so much for honoring the memory of this circumstance so vividly and with such grace.