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  • Eight years ago this weekend I was in Cut Bank Montana.

    It was the weekend of your junior prom.

    You took my breath away as you walked into your parent's house Saturday morning.

    How beautiful you looked that night. Your face full of color, your eyes twinkling.

    I sat in the auditorium next to your Mother in awe and gratitude as you and Adam walked off the stage and stepped into a world of possibility.

    A world without blood cancer.
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