June 2014

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A newsletter of HOPE FOR BEREAVED, a not-for-profit community organization

providing hope, support and services for the bereaved.

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Feature Articles Page 1-2: The Legacy of Others... Page 3: Hope & Clarity in the Middle of Nowhere Page 4: Making New Summer Memories Page 5-6: Director’s Page Page 7-8: Love, Mark Page 9: The ABC’s of Grief... Page 10: Not Forgotten... Page 11: Support Group Calendar Page 12: News and Trainings Newsletter Editor: Kelly O’Neill-Rossi, krossi1@aol.com

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Most sons rarely appreciate the sacrifices of their mothers until adulthood, and I was no different. Being the younger of two boys, I was a little more spoiled by a mother’s love.

My mom was always quick to whip up a meal or a snack, patch a ripped pair of pants, or tend to all my

scrapes and cuts suffered on the playground. No matter where we were, mom was always the one who could

provide the comforts of home. During my pre-adolescent years, my mother would wish for the retention of

my innocence and would often tell me, “Don’t get any older than you are right now.”

During my rebellious teen years mom spent many nights on the couch waiting for me to come home from

a late night out. I still remember the look of relief on her face when I would walk through the front door.

During my college years, she tolerated my free-spirited nature and independent behavior.

I can still see her shaking her head in almost comical disbelief at the buddies and girlfriends I’d bring

home. During my “mature” adult years, she gave me endless support, encouragement, and love as I spread

my wings and went into the “real world” looking for career work. All the while I was still her baby boy that

grew up into the man from the little boy she wanted me to stay forever.

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The Legacy of Others Lives Through You By: Franklin Lee

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The purpose of this newsletter is to help those who have experienced the death of a loved one. Each month, we share information and ideas from bereaved people and professionals to help you through your grief journey.

My adult relationship with my mother lasted only a few short years and ended on August 6, 1999, when she died in a

car accident. It was a Friday and I bolted from the office after a long day and excitedly started the weekend, which would be spent at a church retreat in the San Bernardino Mountains. After picking up a few necessities I hit the road later than expected. Weekend traffic would delay me even further. As I was transitioning from one Southern California freeway to

another and still not quite out of the city I received a call on my cell phone.

It was not a number I recognized and I would have normally not answered it as I was driving, but a strange compulsion came over me to answer it anyway. I remember a woman’s voice — the voice of a stranger telling me that I need to come

back to a certain intersection near my home because my parents had just been in an automobile accident.

I remember my dad barely being able to speak as he was telling me to get there as soon as possible. I remember sens-ing a seriousness about the situation, and contacting my brother. I remember listening to the radio and hearing a traffic report about a fatality exactly where my mother’s accident had been reported.

What? Fatal?

I remember hoping that my mother wasn’t the fatality, and then immediately feeling guilty about wishing someone else was. I remember arriving at the scene and being told by police to go to the hospital. I remember arriving at the ER, and as

soon as we walked into a room where my father was, hearing the words, “Your mother is dead.” We hugged and cried, and this is where my journey of grief began. I wanted to know what events put me on this path. I walked out to the hall-way to speak to the police officers who were obviously assigned the task of disclosing the details to us.

My parents had been involved in a very minor automobile collision in the middle of a roadway. As my father traded the pertinent information with the other driver, my mother stood at the back of her car inspecting the damage. It was at this point, a third vehicle operated by a drunk driver collided with her and the back of her car, essentially crushing my mother to death. The police reported that they were certain the fatality was instantaneous and that she felt no pain. A little bit of

consolation.

I wish I could say that I’ve gotten over the death of my mother and my life is back to normal, but while there is a sense of a new normalcy in my life, it will never be back to the way it was.

Life moves on. The living must keep on living and we honor the dead as best as we can. And I don’t think I will ever fully get over the loss of my mom because the journey of grief continues, and all who have lost cope in their own unique way. Life changed in the twinkling of an eye, and it changed forever. And the magnitude to which my life has changed can-

not be sufficiently described in one article, but I have a new perspective on life since that day. I appreciate the people in my life more. My family and friends are much more valued to me and I treasure the times I have to spend with them.

I realize that while we all have ways to cope and get through our everyday struggles, the only thing we can truly rely on to get through life is each other. Life is not meant to be lived alone. Life is easier when we get a little help from family

and friends and life is more rewarding and fulfilling when we give a little help in return.

The simple things in life — a hike in the woods, a stroll on the beach, a sunset, a sunrise — are all taken in with great gratitude. The little irritants in life are brushed away because there are more important things to worry about and life is too

short to waste time on the trivial matters.

Like most mothers, my mom lived sacrificially for her children. Sometimes I think that there was a greater reason for her death and she gave the ultimate sacrifice for me and my brothers, and the rest of our family. As I continue on this

journey of grief I have undoubtedly become a stronger person, a more patient person, a more compassionate person.

You might think I have a strong sense of resentment towards the drunk driver that was responsible for the horror that

night, but I don’t. You might think I now have a strong stance or opinion on drinking and driving, but I don’t.

It wasn’t the alcohol that took my mother’s life. It was the decision of an individual to get behind the wheel after hav-ing one (or a few) too many. We make decisions every day that can potentially have serious consequences; consequences that can have a profoundly negative impact on others, even on those whom we have never met.

As I take in the world around me I think of my own mortality, I’d like to leave it a better place than when I came into it. I know my mother did. So I made a decision of my own to have a positive impact on those around me and those I come in contact with, and in doing so, my mother’s death led me to Comfort Zone Camp where I can remember my moth-er, honor my mother, but most importantly use her tragic death to bring comfort to kids who have experienced the loss of

their mom, dad, brother, or sister.

The loss we experience through physical death cannot, and should not, limit the legacy of our loved one. They are a part of you and live on through you.

http://www.hellogrief.org

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Hope and Clarity in the Middle of Nowhere

“Sometimes you find yourself in the middle of nowhere, and sometimes in the middle of nowhere, you find yourself.” – Author Unknown

As a parent who has experienced the death of a child, there were many days that I found myself in the middle of no-where. I didn’t need to leave my house to find the middle of nowhere.

Nowhere was a state of mind for me in early grief, after my 18-year-old daughter Jeannine died in 2003. I didn’t know where I was, where I was going or how I was going to get there. My life was characterized by profound darkness and gloom. Eventually what I discovered was that if you sit with darkness long enough, you begin to see some light amidst that darkness. Once we begin to see light, hope for a present and future without the physical presence of our children be-gins to take shape.

Stittville Travels and Lessons Learned There are still days when darkness seems to find me. I have accepted these intermittent returns to the land of nowhere as an inevitable part of our transformative journeys following the death of our children. I have also given thanks to the teachings darkness has revealed to me.

Recently, I went to church services at The Stittville United Methodist Church. Stittville is a little hamlet in Upstate New York located about eight miles from my home. Our Compassionate Friends chapter meets at the church on a monthly basis.

Many people in our area believe that Stittville is located in the middle of nowhere, because it is such a small and rural town. However, I would like to think that many of our families are beginning to find themselves … in the middle of no-where.

“There is trouble in my mind, There is dark, there is dark and there is light.”

From the song Empire of My Mind, lyrics by Jakob Dylan

After church services I drove home, because of the little traffic that I encountered, I began to survey the scenery. Here is what I discovered:

Though it was a dark, overcast day, there were definite discernible, brilliant patches of brightness. In early grief, it is a

challenge to see any ray of hope amidst the profound sadness and pain that we experience. For me, it was my ability

to see the light in darkness that helped me begin the process of redefining myself.

Fall in Upstate New York, means that leaves on the trees change colors. There was a colorful array of red, orange and

golden brown leaves that caught my eye. Native American culture encourages us to discover the teachings that are a part of the world around us. Ted Andrews, a brilliant Native American Teacher, alludes to the positive qualities of col-ors in his book, Animal Speaks. When I got home, I consulted his book to see what teachings I could discover from the colors that I observed. The color brown’s qualities are grounded and new growth. Orange is indicative of warmth, joy

and creativity. Red signifies passion and strength. Certainly as a result of the challenges presented by Jeannine’s death I developed and nurtured many of these qualities during my journey. The messages I received from nature that day seemed to validate the path that I have chosen to take. How we interpret what we see in nature is always a prod-uct of our unique experiences and to what is transpiring with us in the present.

In the quiet of nowhere, we learn to trust our intuition and inner voice. In the middle of nowhere, the process of trans-

formation begins. The process of transformation is unique to the individual. I have discovered invaluable teachings by witnessing without judgment, the transformative journeys of others affected by loss.

Dealing With Darkness In the 11th year of my journey as a parent who has experienced the death of a child, I still experience dark moments and days, but I have no desire to let darkness consume me like it did in early grief. I strive to discover meaning in dark-ness; teachings that can enrich my journey.

I also believe that I have developed more spiritual awareness in the last few years of my journey. I have felt empow-ered by my willingness to look for and embrace the connectivity and synchronicities in my life. I have also come to under-stand that there are reasons beyond the obvious that contribute to the paths our journeys take.

Acknowledging My Humanness Spiritual awareness hasn’t made me less immune to the challenges presented by Jeannine’s death. Embracing the ethe-real has allowed me to learn from my humanness. Acknowledging our limitations without judgment and stating our intent to address or manage them over time is a sign of spiritual growth. The absence of self-judgment translates to the presence

of self-love and the hope that in the middle of nowhere, we can find ourselves.

Article printed from Hello Grief: http://www.hellogrief.org

By: David Roberts

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It happens once a year. The temperatures start to climb. The summer heat returns, bringing with it that Virginia humidity that makes the air a little harder to breathe on certain days. It brings birthdays and pool

days. And, of course, for me, the summer also brings my brother’s “death” day.

He was only 10. I was 17. In the time since he died, I have gone from hating the summer, cursing the sum-

mer, dreading the summer to now somehow welcoming it like an old friend I don’t get to see often enough. So

you might ask how I got from there to here.

Simple: time.

Almost 21 years to be exact. The first 10 years I dreaded the summer. Everything about the heat, the

thickness in the air, even the flowers that only bloom late August. It was all a painful reminder of the day that

was coming. The one that would remind me that he was gone. The one I would play over and over again in my

head the weeks and days leading up to it.

The phone call I didn’t know would be the last time we would speak — or the last time anyone in my family

would speak to him. The waiting for what felt like an eternity for someone to tell us what happened, where he

was, how he was … only to watch my dad tell my mom he was gone. Me watching like it was a scene from a

movie — the visions of her beating on his chest, calling him a liar.

And that old familiar knot would settle in my chest — heaviness made up of both anxiety and sadness. Then

the day would finally arrive.

Then one year it was a little less awful. I found myself half way through the summer before my thoughts

kicked into “death day” mode. At first I thought I was betraying him somehow by not being sad enough or cry-

ing enough.

To me, feeling the pain was some horrible way of honoring him. It meant I hadn’t forgotten him — that my

love for him wasn’t gone just because he was. And with more and more time that passed when I’d see kids

playing little league or hear a song he used to sing at the top of his lungs, I would smile.

Then something happened. Something I hadn’t felt in a long, long time. I started to actually look forward to

the summer again.

My memories had shifted from being centered on that horrible day to remembering mid-day swims and late

afternoon baseball games. Playing hide-and -seek after dark, catching fire flies in mason jars and sunburn!

Maybe it was the new life breathed into our family with the arrival of my niece. Maybe it’s the way that sometimes when I’m holding my son’s hand I’m reminded of holding my brother’s hand — feeling for a split

second like it almost is my brother’s. Or maybe it’s just that old saying, “life goes on.” Because in essence it

did and has.

So what have I learned? That pain doesn’t honor my brother, it only punishes me.

To honor him means to continue on living. To see him reflected in my son’s smile or hear his laugh echoed

through my daughter. It means it’s OK to still cry after so long because I miss him — and I still miss him. But

ultimately it means that summer doesn’t stink anymore!

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Making New Summer Memories

By: Kim Madison

. . . Therese S. Schoeneck

JUNE 2014

P R O V I D I N G S U P P O R T & H O P E F O R Y E A R S

FROM THE DIRECTOR HOPE to see you at

HOPE’s Memorial Day Ceremony

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Where: Butterfly Garden of HOPE, Onondaga Lake Parkway When: Monday, May 26th at noon What: Includes music, memorial readings & prayers Who: Everyone welcome! Join us as we remember our loved ones who have died recently/long ago or in service to our country.

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In our thoughts & prayers……………

Please keep Donna Kalb, Bob Kriesel, Laurie Beattie Mathewson, Nan Newman, Kathy Spencer, Anne

Hayes, Karen Wilkinson, Barb O’Neill and their families in your prayers for good health.

Our prayers and condolences to the families of Margaret Klotz (Kathy Spencer’s Mom) on her death and to

Ermi Ortlieb (long time friend of HOPE) on the death of her husband, Bob. Special thanks

to these families for designating HOPE to receive memorial donations.

REMEMBRANCE 8K RUN/3K WALK for HOPE—June 8, 2014

Special thanks….. � To our talented, hard working spring interns Tammy

Meloling from OCC; Mary Panella & Lydia Fein-

berg from SU � HOPE’s dedicated volunteers for completing 3 major

mailings in 3 weeks � Our weekly office volunteers Jean Lawson, Kathleen

Gallagher, Gay Silkey, Pat Fatti, Joyce Ryan & Judy

Sugar-Giordano (when she’s not in Florida) � Sehl Burns, friend & Board member for again tending

the lawn at HOPE’s Center

♦ Run or walk– as a family– with friends/co-workers- classmates– support group members.

Last year there were teams with as few as 2 and as many as 50 participants.

♦ Children 12 years & younger are FREE (activities for kids)

♦ Corporate Sponsorships available (includes listing on shirts)

♦ Badges provided at the event for you to insert a picture of your loved one or friend

$100 Memorial Sponsorship Level

Your loved one’s name will be listed on the back of the shirt in

the memorial section. Payment must be received by May 31st. A

photo may be posted on the Memory Board at the event and dis

played at HOPE’s Center. Hope to see you on June 8th at Marcellus.

See registration form on reverse side

Be An Angel

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Sunday June 8, 2014• Marcellus High School • Marcellus, NY

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THE ABC'S OF GRIEF - C IS FOR CLICHÉS & CONDOLENCES

Cliché – n. A stereotyped expression; a sentence or phrase, usually expressing a thought or idea

that has lost originality and impact by overuse.

Condolence – n. An expression of sympathy, especially on the occasion of a death.

If I had a dollar for every time I heard a cliché…you know how the expression goes. It really is amazing

how many times clichés are used to try and console after a death. I know this because I have been on the

receiving end of these expressions for almost seven years and never more so than in the initial stages of my

grief. There’s the most popular one which is that “things happen for a reason,” there’s also the one about God

not giving you more than you can handle and you can just imagine how I reacted when I was told that Mack

was in a better place. We can’t forget the oldie but goodie “time heals all wounds’ and the classic “I know how

you feel.” This is only a small sampling but I think you get the gist.

Now please don’t misunderstand me. I know that most people mean well but some just don’t know what

to say, especially when it involves the death of a child. I also understand how uncomfortable and scary it can

be to offer condolences, I’ve come face to face with more scared people than I care to count. Here’s the

thing…unless you know that this is what a grieving person truly believes, I’m suggesting that you don’t use a

cliché. I personally don’t believe that things happen for a reason and since I question the existence of God, I

find it hard to believe that he or she knows how much I can handle. The best place for Mack to be is with his

family; his mother, his father, his sister, his grandparents and his uncles. Time does not heal all wounds and

unless you’ve lost a child, never say that you know how I feel…you don’t.

Offering condolences doesn’t mean that you have to have words of wisdom. I didn’t need anyone to try

and make sense of Mack’s death to me, it made no sense. Simple condolences are always a safe way to go

like “I’m so sorry for your loss” or “My condolences”, especially if you don’t know the person well. If you do

know the person then you can reach out and also give them a hug, it’s a simple gesture that conveys such a

tremendous amount of emotion. Honesty is a good route, I know I always appreciated it, I still do. I had peo-

ple who told me they just didn’t know what to say and I was grateful for that. I always responded that there

was nothing to say. I had people who said that they just couldn’t imagine and I responded by saying that they

weren’t supposed to. I also received so many beautiful notes and cards by mail. I have pulled out these cards

on more than one occasion in the past seven years, usually around the anniversary of Mack’s death in July. To

this day, they move me to no end.

The point is that it is important to acknowledge a person’s loss without causing them more pain and I’m

telling you that many of these clichés that seem so harmless can actually be very painful.

While I’m on the subject of condolences, coming face to face with someone you know that has experi-

enced a loss and not acknowledging this loss is just wrong. I know it’s uncomfortable but it only takes a mi-

nute and it will be remembered. When Mack died, the majority of people were incredibly compassionate. My

family, my friends and my community rallied behind us, saying and doing the right things. I wasn’t able to

fully process this while it was happening but as the shock began to wear off, I did and remain forever grate-

ful.

Unfortunately, there were people, not many but some, who never acknowledged Mack’s death and who

should have. These were not strangers, I knew these people and they made a point of avoiding me or pre-

tending it didn’t happen and although I get it, I don’t understand it. It takes more energy and effort to avoid

someone than it does to simply say a few words. Believe me, as uncomfortable as you may be to have to say

something, don’t even compare it to the position of having to be on the receiving end of a condolence.

Condolences are a part of death. When we lose someone, when we fall into the abyss of pain, grief and

mourning, the people you know will reach out and express sympathies. There will even be strangers who will

surprise you with their empathy. You won’t realize it at the time but these condolences, these expressions of

sympathy will act as shock absorbers for the first leg of your grief journey. They will be one of the first tools

you will use to begin navigating what will prove to be the longest and most painful road you will ever travel.

Source: www.thegrieftoolbox.com

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Whether it's the anniversary of a public event like the Boston Marathon bombings or the Columbine

shootings, or a not-so-public anniversary of a friend or neighbor's tragedy, it's important to reach out

and show that you have not forgotten. Many folks will jump in to help right away and that is so neces-

sary, but there is always an opportunity to show that you are still remembering much later.

So, what can we do months or even years down the road?

Remember the anniversary. Some people are very organized and enter the date of a loss or sad

event in their phone or date book so a reminder pops up a year later. Others of us may just remember

the season... when the trees began flowering, the fish were jumping, the leaves were falling, or the snow

started to fly. Just remembering and saying or doing something comforting is the key.

Visit a memorial site. In some traditions, people place a pebble on the headstone to show their re-

membrance and their respect. Others may place fresh flowers. Either way, it lets the family know that

someone visited and they are not forgotten.

Send a random note or email. A quick card or email saying, "I was just thinking about you today. I

saw a... (butterfly, flowering tree, baseball game, drag race) and thought how much... (Danny, Jan)

would have loved to see it, too. I miss... (him, her) so much."

Send or drop by some flowers. It doesn't need to be an expensive bouquet or plant; just some

pretty flowers from the grocery store will do.

Send a photo of the loved one. Don't let those photos sit in boxes or on your camera or phone.

Share them with the folks who would love to see them.

"Pay it forward" by doing something in memory of the ill or deceased loved one. Let them

know you remember by... (running a race to earn money, planting a tree, donating blood, volunteering

for a charity) in honor of the loved one.

Perform a random act of kindness. Let the family know you did it because "that is what... (Sam,

Maria) would have done."

Just spend time. Take the friend, neighbor or relative to coffee, lunch, a game, or for a walk around

the block.

Be a Secret Santa ANY time of the year. Drop off some baked goods, toys or fun art supplies for

the kids, or treats for the dogs. Who wouldn't love a random surprise at the door and then enjoy the

mystery of who delivered it.

We would all like to take away the pain and struggles that follow a trauma or death, but we can't. We

can, however, walk along side our friends and loved ones, offering a bit of comfort to their troubled lives.

Now is a good time to make this happen.

Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Allidah_Hicks

Not Forgotten: Remember Folks Long After A Trauma or Death

By: Allidah Hicks Co-Author: Bonnie Knuti

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Mon Tue Wed Thursday Friday 2 3 4

Young @ Heart W/ W

6:30-8:30

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relative or friend

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**LGBT 6:30-8:30

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Suicide

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17 Young Widow/

Widower &

Youth whose parent

died

6:30—8:30

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Senior W/W

10am-12 noon

Bereaved Parents,

Youth whose sibling died

& Infant Death (meets in

separate room)6:30-8:30

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Suicide

6:30—8:30

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Caregivers Support

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6:30– 8:30

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HOPE for Young @ Heart-Widow/widowers with no young children at home

HOPE for Younger Widows, Widowers, Engaged & Significant Others (same evening as Youth Group)

HOPE for Widow/Widowers Seniors Daytime

HOPE for Youth: Separate, age appropriate groups for children and teens who have experienced the death of their parent,

sibling, relative or friend. Pizza is served.

HOPE for Bereaved: For anyone who has experienced the death of a loved one: parent, sibling, relative or friend.

HOPE for Survivors of Suicide: For those who have experienced the death of a child, spouse or friend by suicide.

HOPE for Bereaved Parents: For those whose children of any age died by accident or illness,. Infant death by miscarriage,

stillbirth, newborn death or SIDS (meet in separate room) . Also same evening as Youth Group

Caregivers Support Group-For those caring for someone with a chronic degenerative or terminal illness.

****LGBT Bereavement Support Group held at HOPE’s Center, for anyone struggling with the death of a partner, family

member or friend.

Over the Rainbow: 1st Monday each month at 7:00 at St. Joseph The Worker Church , 1001 Tulip St., Liverpool. For wid-

ows & widowers longer bereaved. Call Bill or Jean Mann @638-4936 or Claire Ramsden @475-9742.

HOPE for Bereaved, Fulton & Oswego: (2nd Tuesday)7-9 PM. Oswego Hospital, 110 W 6th St., in Cafeteria Conference Room.

For information contact Donna Lupien @342-6326.

One-to-One Counseling: Contact HOPE at 475-9675 for an appointment. No charge for these sessions, donations are welcome

Newsletter Work Meeting: 2nd Wed 10AM. Come help with the newsletter mailing, enjoy camaraderie and a great lunch pre-

pared by the staff

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Have Fun & Help HOPE FOR BEREAVED Celebrate 35 years Join us on June 8th in Marcellus. Run or Walk

in memory of a loved one.

Form a team-spread the word For information call 475-9675 or online

www.hopeforbereaved.com

Obtain $250 in pledges & receive a $25 gift card; $500 in pledges, receive a $50 gift card

Open House & Garden Dedication

On June 24th HOPE will host an Open House and dedication of our new

Memorial Gardens at HOPE’s Center. Come tour HOPE’s Center, see our beautiful new

gardens and enjoy refreshments. A tour really tells the story of HOPE.

Open to all, 4:30-6:30 (For more information call HOPE 475-9675)

JUNE 2014