Standing room only. Even in the balcony. Pink flowers and ribbons everywhere you looked. Women crying openly. Men with faces set like stone, retreating behind dark sunglasses as soon as they had the chance. Teachers lining the front rows surrounding the family. Wearing pink angels in quiet remembrance of a little girl taken too soon. A white casket much too small carried by only two pallbearers. Questions of why, not to be answered today. Closing with Jesus Loves Me and then making our way back home to our boys. Promising ourselves to be more careful. Hoping that maybe her death won’t have been in vain.