We all went to Terry’s funeral and cried.  We asked ourselves and each other “Why?”  And our teachers and parents provided us with the cozy reassurance that when Jesus came to take his children home, we would be reunited with Terry in Heaven.  There were no grief counselors in those days.  Just Bible verses and promises of eternal life with lost loved ones.  And before long, sixth grade life had resumed.  And I began to notice Kim.