As I get ready to start holiday baking, I flash on Sandy's love of making Christmas cooking. I remember how she insisted on baking from the very same cookbook her mom used so that her cookies were just as good as the ones she remembered from childhood. I remember her beloved white Kitchen Aid mixer which stood proudly on its own side table complete with a slab of marble for optimum dough rolling. And then it all comes flooding back: the warmth of that home and of that family. Their generosity of spirit. The way they enriched the lives of everyone around them. Losing them all so suddenly still takes my breath away. The enormity of this loss. The enormity of the debt I feel. We all miss you Sandy, John and Chaser. And we treasure those memories, as we move toward this most heartfelt, and heartbreaking season.