Grief taught me to live with the unthinkable after losing my daughter. I never imagined that a call from her school two years later would shatter everything I thought I knew.
I buried my daughter, Grace, two years ago. She was 11 when she died.
People said the pain would fade with time. It didn’t. It just became quieter.
My husband, Neil, took care of everything back then and told me I shouldn’t see Grace on life support. He also handled the hospital paperwork.
My husband arranged the funeral with the casket closed, which meant I never saw my daughter again after Neil told me she was brain dead. He made the decisions I couldn’t make because my mind felt like it was in a fog.
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