I asked St. Therese, known as the “Little Flower”, to ask God if He would let her send me a rose so that I would know that the little one we lost was in Heaven. At the time I was teaching Kindergarten. One of my students drew me a picture of a little person holding a flower. I asked her, “What kind of flower is the person holding?” She replied “A ‘roz’”

Everyone knows the famous quotation from St. Therese of Liseux, “do small things with great love,”

Why do I muse to you of this story, this tragedy so tragic? For how can it not help but draw a tear? I muse, for it begs the question, did my locks, so magnificent as they were, bring glory to God?