In 1972, when my sister and I were teenagers, our family went to New Zealand. We travelled so much of the island, and the furthest south we went was Christchurch.

I still remember how very beautiful it was, and especially the church.

Mom and I are just heartsick, yet Mom remembers how tough the Kiwis are.

There aren't enough hugs in the universe to send to you and your countrymen, Carole...but I send all I can.