Hambeak, I wish I could fly down there to Dallas and give you a big hug. My heart has been hurting for you since I heard. I hope every day gets a little easier for you. I would like to do something for you, but don't know what I could do. . .please let us know if there is anything we can do that would comfort you. Let me know! I really am thinking of you, and I am distressed that I am unable to do anything. I have come to like you so much these last few months, esp. weeks., as I have learned more of you. You have such a beautiful heart, esp. for one who has had it so wounded.
I know you are used to the hurts that are sent your way. I wish to God that you weren't.
Shelly