I remember from my father's funeral that the minister kept using a metaphor about life of a prism. And I took that away like a cherished image.
This celebration here tells me that this work is not hopeless. I thank you for this teaching with all my heart and lift my glass to human solidarity, to the ultimate victory of knowledge, peace, good-will and understanding.
My daughter is a preschooler but I have only known her for a while. She is adopted.
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