The lunch bell had gone and I showed up in her classroom door. As soon as my daughter saw me, she hung her head. What a sweet soul, I thought as I walked over to her. Only 7 years old when her great-grandmother passed away and moving through the midst of her father’s and my divorce, she was looking stressed earlier in the day when I had let her know she had the morning of her school day to decide if she was going to the funeral. Now it was lunch time and I needed to know what her decision w...