I got up this morning go through my usual routine while not-so-silently kvetching about the snowy-rain mix coming down, only grateful it was not full-out snow. Do I wear my boots or tough it out in my sneakers? What if it is not raining that hard? I don’t want to be standing around all day in boots, yada, yada, yada… I make a decision and head out. It’s dank and just miserable looking outside.

The path from my home to the train station leads past several tenement buildings and projects.  A part of City life in my current neighborhood is the occasional appearance of memorials for the recently departed. I’m ashamed to say, they are so much a part of the scenery that while I see them, I really don’t. 

At least, until this afternoon.

This afternoon, as I returned home, I noticed one such memorial. This was somehow different, and as I looked closer, I understood why. It was a large portrait was that of a baby. This life could not have been more than a few months if I am gauging this infant correctly. Someone lost a baby. Do we even want to go into all the reasons why the younger a life is when it departs from us, the more tragic it seems? No. It just is.

And suddenly, today’s highly annoying rain/snow crap was considerably less so.

A Little perspective is everything…

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