What I Let Go of After Losing My Daughter My daughter Lily lived for twenty-three days. In that short time, I learned every detail of her face. I stayed beside her through every procedure, every uncertain hour, holding onto the quiet hope that somehow she would stay. When she passed from an undetected heart defect, the world did not shatter loudly—it went still in a way I had never known before. Four days later, I called my parents. I told them about the funeral. I told them I needed them. Not in a complicated way—just their presence, just something steady...
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