Someone gave us a tree when Cameron’s dad died. At first, it was just a tree. But as time went by, and the tree grew, a beauty started to unfold. It was a reminder that beauty can come from pain, that life can come from death. It is the irony of the Cosmos, andajoy for the heart that rages against the pain in this world. Beauty triumphs. Life pushes through somehow, even when it seems that darkness wins. We love you all. May you someday find comfort that life has come from your darkest of times.