At Miranda's memorial, I read the lyrics to Steven Curtis Chapman's "With Hope." As I began to cry, I glanced over to my sister for help. She and my eldest daughter were sobbing. I went on until finally the tears were too much. I stopped and apologized, saying "I'm sorry, I can't see my paper anymore." I dried my eyes and went on. The next line, said it all. "But through the cloud of tears I see the father's smile and say "Well done."
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