The greatest loss I feel is never knowing him. In a matter of seconds, every bit of his DNA make up was in place. He would have been a living and breathing person with fingernails, skin, a personality, hair color, aptitude for music, a birth mark, pet peeves, sensitivity to fabric softener, flat feet like his daddy, and aversion to beets just like his mommy...or who knows what. His physical life was set in place. All he needed from there on out was an incubator and a few short months to bloom. It was all there. And then something went wrong and what had been was changed to what could have been. I want to know that person. And I suppose the greatest loss I feel is losing that chance.