My Daughter Had Passed Away… But Her Contact Number Called Me at 3 A.M

phone, and looked at the contact list one last time.

I didn’t delete it. Not tonight. Maybe I never will.

I realized that the pain I felt wasn’t a sign that I was failing to move on; it was a testament to the fact that I had loved well. And in a world that is so often cold, dark, and filled with inexplicable, middle-of-the-night panic, perhaps that is continue reading …