She would have celebrated her 14th birthday three days ago. I didn’t know her. I don’t know what her voice sounded like. I don’t know what her humor was like. I don’t know what her style was like. The finality of death strikes pain the heart of those who feel the loss the most. There is a mother and father who miss their daughter desperately and are doing all they can to move forward. And there is a brother and sister who are trying to make sense of a senseless situation. This past month of missing her feels like a lifetime for them. And all I know to do is pray for them. So that is what I do. Will you join me today?