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

Maybe.

I no longer believe healing means removing grief from the room.

It means grief no longer gets every chair.

Years after everything happened, I found Toby’s old money jar in a closet.

One quarter stuck inside.

I almost placed it in Melanie’s memory box.

Then stopped.

What would that mean?