Knut, When my Terry went, I received a card from Phyllis. It was a special card for me. I know that now in retrospect. Of all the cards we received the words contained in this one struck a special chord inside for me. I found strength in them. I never told Phyllis. I should have. It adorned the top of my entertainment center for years. I could not put it away. I knew exactly where to find it today. Perhaps you have heard the words before. It’s called The Rose Beyond The Wall and goes like this... Near shady wall a rose once grew, Budded and blossomed in God's free light, Watered and fed by morning dew, Shedding its sweetness day and night. As it grew and blossomed fair and tall, Slowly rising to loftier height, It came to a crevice in the wall Through which there shone a beam of light. Onward it crept with added strength With never a thought of fear or pride, It followed the light through the crevice's length And unfolded itself on the other side. The light, the dew, the broadening view Were found the same as they were before, And it lost itself in beauties new, Breathing its fragrance more and more. Shall claim of death cause us to grieve And make our courage faint and fall? Nay! Let us faith and hope receive-- The rose still grows beyond the wall, Scattering fragrance far and wide Just as it did in days of yore, Just as it did on the other side, Just as it will forevermore. I give those words back to you today. Find comfort where you can. Knut, take care of those children. I keep envisioning two best friends walking hand in hand. Terry and Phyllis. God bless you all. Mark