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It has been one month since the terrible tragedy took place that rocked our country to its very soul. The pain in our hearts is too much to bear. As I attended the Los Angeles Support Group meeting this past weekend I looked around the room, and I knew that each and every person there has been dealing not only with their own mortality but the pain of the tragic events that took place. Times like these and coping with multiple myeloma does that, it makes us think about death.

But as I looked around the room I also saw hope and that has helped me cope with what?s taken place. I wanted to write a message of hope for this issue?s Dear Reader. I remembered a beautiful passage from a memorial card that someone sent me a few years ago and I?d like to share it with you.

I am standing on the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she is only a ribbon of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other. There! She is gone! But someone at my side says ?Gone where?? From our sight, that is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as when she left our side, and just as able to bear her load of living freight to the place of destination. Her diminished size is in us, not in her. Just at the moment when you say ?There! She is gone!? other voices are ready to take up the glad shout: ?There she comes!? ? Henry Van Dyke


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