The day my daughter died, I stopped knowing how to live.
Her death was not sudden… it came after a long, hard talk with our caring team of oncologists, and after a day and night of saying our goodbyes.
Her death was peaceful. We held our three-year-old in our arms and sang her songs, in a hospital room surrounded by loving family and friends.
Her death brought with it devastation, but also relief. She was no longer fighting the cancer that had wreaked havoc on her life, nor undergoing the treatment that had taken such a toll on her tiny body.