My name is Erin, 40, and exactly three weeks ago, my world cracked in half. My 10-year-old daughter, Lily, was killed in a car crash on a rainy Saturday morning. I was reeling with grief a few weeks later, when my dog led me to something that would help with my mourning.
Like any parent or loved one, I don’t really like talking about my daughter’s death, but I have to so you can understand my story. I recall Lily buckling her seatbelt, grinning from ear to ear, ready for her weekend art class that fateful morning.