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Ron

In the days since my YaYa died I have found myself reading and rereading.the letter that A. Lincoln (or possibly John Hay his secretary) wrote to a Mrs. Bixby in Mass. Somehow the language brings me comfort.

Executive Mansion,
Washington, Nov. 21, 1864.

Dear Madam,--

I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle.

I feel how weak and fruitless must be any word of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I cannot refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save.

I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the altar of freedom.

Yours, very sincerely and respectfully,

A. Lincoln

I don't know the loss you feel, but my heart hurts for you nonetheless. "I pray that our Heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost."

Warmly,
ron

tbtine

Ron,

As I'm sure you've said this to many people in the last weeks as well, maybe often on autopilot, you might not believe my sincerity, but thank you for your kind words. It's always good to know that despite grief's trickery, I'm not alone in my pain. Other people have either already experienced something similar in their past or are going through it right now.

Maybe it's Divine Group Therapy?

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