My husband took me to see the Trans Siberian-Orchestra last night, he bought floor seats, first row, 3d and 4th seats from center. At first I didn't want to go, but he knew I liked them and went out of his way to try to make me happy. I sat there, crying openly, watching the show, wishing Ray could have been there with us. How he would have loved it! I cried through the first half hour, or so, when it dawned on me. I was wishing Ray could see the lights and music, hear the hauntingl violin, the voice of the narrator and the incredible music; I realized it is probably nothing compared to what he sees now. probably less than one-millionth the splendor of where he is now. Yet, it left me feeling sad, missing Ray more than I ever thought possible. How can it be, that I will never see his face, hear his voice, or get one of his famous hugs. That I must wait through this interminable lifetime before I am with him again.