Since I was a young girl Christmas has always been a time of goodwill, a time of love, and a remembrance to give back. Although, as in every story, some years have been easier than others. The ghost of Christmas past has not always been kind and our family was stung with the sorrow of a difficult loss on Christmas Day many years ago. That loss is still with me, but now it’s not a hopeless loss. It’s almost become a sign of good faith, a smile in the memory and a freshness to my step. I guess what I am so ineloquently attempting to express, is that for our Jersey shore this is going to be a trying and difficult time for so many of our friends and family. But the lights on the beautiful tree and in the window reflections are a simple reminder that loss is not all there is. What grasps at us most and gets us through the darkest storms.. is hope.