My daughter died two years ago; last week the school called to say she was in the principal’s office.

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.