Winter

It seems to me that more lives end in the winter. At least I hear of more deaths this time of year. Several friends and acquaintances have lost significant people in their lives recently and I am once again confronted with my own feelings of not knowing how to help. Oh sure, I write a nice card and offer to listen, but there's a helplessness that no one can reach when a parent or good friend is lost that really can't be comforted by anyone else. And my own personal feeling (with a maybe attached?) that they are still connected and "will meet again" (not to be trite- because I don't mean "in heaven") really doesn't matter when you have so much time now to be without them.