Just when I think that I have 'toughened up' enough to read about the healings, the joy, the miracles, the sickness, the triumphs and the losses, I find that I just don't know myself at all. It's easy for me to say that I feel for you and those around you as if I was there, that I'm envious of missing the joy of celebration when a baby comes back, that I'm wishing I was there to hug and pray during the sadness. But the reality is that you're living it, and I'm not. I'm not back on the ship, although I cry with tears of sadness and of joy as if I were. Bless you all.