I just went to look at a friend's web site. He's a photographer and is very gifted in his work. He left Chicago several months ago and headed west to live with his pregnant girlfriend. I went specifically to see photos of his dead infant daughter which I was told about today. It wasn't macabre. It was beautiful. The baby with the small black face and ill formed features was cradled in her mother's arms and her mother had her face against the baby's almost like an eskimo kiss. Poor Mom and poor baby and poor Dad. It was so sorrowful and so powerful and so very, very beautiful. The love one feels for a child is incredibly fierce like no other love. I can't imagine the sorrow. I don't want to imagine it. I think it was such a brave portrait and an important one too. This little girl emerged into this world two months ahead of schedule and while she probably was never meant to be a viable life form, she was quite viable in the love that she stirred in the hearts of her parents. Her impact on life despite the fact that she never drew a breath is incredible, I'm sure.