The snowfall has muffled all sounds, it's almost as if there is no one out there. Inside it is quiet also, just the constant hum of the heater. We light as many candles as we can find, one for each of our loved ones who are no longer with us, the biggest candle for our most recent loss. And because of that this year we did not send out cards, put up a tree or buy presents. The front door is bare, no twinkling lights or beribboned wreath. We each bring to mind special memories and let them warm us, these are the gifts that we cannot live without.