I've been melancholy this morning. I used to go across the street to Holy Trinity Catholic Church on the afternoon of Christmas Eve to pray for family, friends, and the dead I miss.I also pray for a better year than the one that's ending. I'm not Catholic, but the church is beautful, and the peace, quiet, and my weeping over those I miss, living and dead, consoles me. I can no longer manage the church steps and the walker, and these days the list of dead is longer than the living. So, this mornming I was thinking about our DR TCB and how much I miss him among my long list of the dead - friends and lovers - I mourn daily. I am not depressed, just melancholy.