I have thought about the naming of that foundation more than almost any other decision I made, because it was, in a quiet way, the most important one.

I could have named it anything.

I could have given it a neutral corporate name, or named it after myself alone, or after some noble abstraction.

Instead I named it, in part, for what I had lost: a foundation for family and child recovery, funding neonatal and trauma care, born directly out of the twins I would never hold and the violence that took them.

And some people found that strange, even morbid, the idea of building a public institution on top of the worst private grief a person can carry.