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Wednesday June 9, 1993, our son-in-law poured gasoline
in the living room, up the stairs, and right into Gina's
bedroom, lit a match, and walked away. Walked away with
not a burn on his body; walked away with no carbon monoxide
in his lungs; walked away while my daughter and two grandsons
died in the inferno.


Take My Hand

I can not ease your aching heart
Nor take your pain away,
But let me stay and take your hand
And walk with you today.

I'll listen when you need to talk
I'll wipe away your tears,
I'll share your worries when the time comes
I'll help you face your fears.

I'm here and I will stand by you
Each hill you have to climb.
So take my hand, lets face the world
Live one day at a time.

Your not alone, for I'm still here
I'll go the extra mile.
And when your grief is easier
I'll help you learn to smile.

~~Author Unknown~~