Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”

Necessary.

I cried.

Then filed it.

Paperwork can feel brutal because it treats catastrophe as information.

Still part of reality.

PART 42 — TOBY SPENDS THE MONEY

Six months later, Toby decided what to do with the jar.

Not a foundation.

Not a grand memorial.

He bought a small rosebush.