by Ron Rose | Dave and Sherri used to go to travel to San Saba for Easter. All the women in that little church wore corsages. It was tradition. Not that long ago, Sherri stood in my living room and shared this powerful story: The first year we didn't go to San Saba for Easter was when Laurie, our little girl, was seven. Well, that year I didn't get a corsage, and I didn't think much about it...














