(December 1943: Lincoln County, West Virginia) The tragedy unfolded one day before Mavarine’s birthday. The next time we saw our precious girl, she lay peacefully in an open casket with a gentle netting draped over her face. The days that followed proved to be the hardest days of our lives. Mavarine wore a pale pink dress with the doll she had begged us for tucked at her side. Our whole family would never be the same. Despite the heaviness of loss, we knew that the loving presence of the Lord would help us through the valley. The comfort of His refuge would fill the sorrowful space in our hearts. “If I hadn’t asked yall to come to the parade, this wouldn’t have happened. It’s all my fault,” Della’s voice rang of guilt. She began to cry after the service was over and we were alone as a family. We all needed ea...