For three years, I lived with a pain that never truly disappeared. People often say time heals all wounds, but anyone who has lost a child knows the truth is far more complicated. Time doesn’t erase grief. It simply teaches you how to carry it. Some days the weight feels manageable. Other days it crashes over you without warning, as fresh and devastating as the moment it began. I knew this better than anyone. Three years earlier, my family had been shattered by the loss of one of my twin daughters. Since then, every birthday, every holiday, every school milestone...
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