Two Weeks After Our Baby Died, My 8-Year-Old Whispered, “Mom, She Isn’t Gone—I Saw What Daddy Did at the Hospital”
Dad should have let Mom choose whether she wanted to see her.
We were working through it.
That was enough at eight.
At sixteen, he asked more.
We answered more.
Information can grow with a child.
That is different from hiding indefinitely.
Melanie’s death changed how I think about memory too.
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