Grief taught me how to live with the unthinkable after losing my daughter. I never expected a phone call from her school two years later to shatter everything I thought I knew.
I buried my daughter, Grace, two years ago. She was 11 when she passed.
People said the pain would dull with time. It didn’t. It just became quieter.
Neil, my husband, handled everything back then and said I shouldn’t see Grace on life support. He also handled the hospital paperwork.
