In the anxious minutes ahead Jim was lost in thought, trying to convince himself that everything was going to be okay. Time passed ever so slowly. Hearing the sound of voices down the corridor, he looked up to see the doctor coming toward him looking very solemn and strained. "Jim, you have a little girl." he reported. Then a pause, and his tone changed. "Jim, Anna didn't make it. We did all we could. I am so sorry. She just had too much stress on her frail body the past few months and we couldn't stop the bleeding fast enough." Already well acquainted with heartache and sorrow, James DeMonte...