I've talked often of my love for "60 Minutes". Just reading this snippet of what Sunday's episode holds for me makes me want to weep. I can relate to what Liam Neeson has to say. I have moments where I think this is all temporary, sissy WILL come back. I reach for the phone to call her. I smile and turn my head to look at her when I hear something that I know we'd be cracking up at. I see things to show her in a store. I reach for her in my dreams. Even though she's never there I doubt I'll ever stop looking.