Flowers Are For Proms

Sunday morning I was sitting on a pew in our church. As the service got to the part where we pray for the recently deceased, the lector spoke a name I recognized. My eyes immediately shot over to my daughter, who was on the altar as a server. A wave of pain and helplessness came over me as I watched her try to hold it together, but ultimately she had no choice but to reach up to wipe her teary eyes.

Last week, for the second time in as many months, my fifteen-year-old daughter was shaken by the sudden passing of a classmate and teammate. […]