I adopted a five-year-old girl I found wrapped in my late daughter’s jacket – years later, she handed me a note and said, “Your daughter asked me to give this to you today.”

trapped. Then she ran.

“No,” I said. “That is my daughter’s jacket.”

The little girl looked trapped. I saw too late that my grief had made me frightening.

Then she ran.

Someone shouted. Two ushers went after her around the fellowship hall. Daniel, who had been parking the car, caught up just as I nearly stumbled on the curb.

“Maureen,” he said, taking my continue reading …