A message of thanks from puddle

Three weeks ago, a phone call changed my life forever. In so many ways. That night, I stepped off a cliff.

There has been fear, there has been sorrow, there has been anguish and anger, there have been moments of peace, and even, too briefly, moments of joy. And pain. And hope. And despair.

Throughout it all, you were there, in every imaginable way. Posts of encouragement (Thankful read me much of the blog during breaks), songs, hearts, love, news, planning, donations, poetry. I have been and am now buoyed up on the wings of your love, expressed in so many concrete ways: time, money, words, thoughtfulness.

Edwin loved and trusted this community, this group of amazing souls drawn together to act by Howard Dean. He was right to do so, you failed him in no way. You have risen even above his highest expectations of you. You *do* have the power, you have used the power, and will yet use it. No matter what happens this year, or next, or the one after that, you have won. And will win. Because you, in and of yourselves, have acted. In love. And with unimaginable caring and creativity. The world can never, will never, be the same.

I can't name names, there have been too many; I expect there will be more. It will take me years to process, to seek out, to discover the dimensions of this web that Howard created with a few simple internet tools. But I know the beginnings start in each of your hearts, and expands to each of those hearts acting in some way for the good of others.

Thank you is too small a phrase to even begin to express what I feel. But there is no other. Thank you for being who you are, for doing what you do, and for the hope.

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