I was blessed to first meet Melissa in Harlan, Iowa in March of 1973. As the years passed on, we lost track of each other, but when I found her again, she graciously allowed me back into her life. It was hard for me to follow this last journey of hers, because I lost my only sister to this awful disease. I am thankful that both Melissa and Darla no longer have to fight and suffer. The burden for both is now laid down. They are free! May we all be comforted by good memories.