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.
My husband arranged the funeral with a closed-casket, which prevented me from ever seeing my daughter again after Neil told me she was brain-dead. He handled the decisions I couldn’t make because my mind felt wrapped in fog.
She was 11 when she passed.
Neil told me Grace was brain-dead and there wasn’t any hope.
I signed forms I barely read because I couldn’t process anything.
We never had other children. I told him I couldn’t survive losing another one.
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