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.”

and I went when I felt angry. I went because routine was the only thing that kept my life from breaking into useless pieces.

Several years ago, I was walking toward the church when I saw a little girl standing near the side wall.

I sat in the same pew, lit the same candle, and prayed the same prayer I never said aloud: let me keep loving her without continue reading …