It was a year ago this week, during the 10 p.m. hour, when individuals began pounding on my door, demanding to be let in. Every attempt to look through the peephole was met with darkness, and I could see the potential intruders placing their hands over the door. To say it was terrifying would be an understatement. I quickly moved to my bedroom, which was just one room away, shut the door, and called 911. Even with 20 feet and a closed door between me and the intruder(s), the

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In all the preparations for my daughter's March 28, 2008 memorial service, I was most grateful for the guest book that provided lines for each attendee to include their home address. There were several hundred at Megan's service – how could I remember all of them, especially in such a state of grief? The guest book was not just for names – It was a bridge to those who shared in my sorrow and still serves as a reminder that I was not alone. After the funeral, my family took t