I’ve said it many times, and I’m never really sure whether anyone believes me, but the best gifts I’ve received since the death of our daughter have been the tears of those who care enough to shed them. Family, friends, nurses, casual acquaintances, even complete strangers have wept with us, and for us, and for our baby girl. Anyone can send a card. Anyone can mouth the appropriate words. Anyone can do the job that they are being paid to do. But only those who truly care can truly cry with us. I have been amazed and humbled, blessed and strengthened by the depth of emotion displayed by those around us, sometimes from the most unexpected places. Losing Eliana may have ripped away my delusions of the world’s fairness, but it has restored in abundance my faith in people.