I brought my daughter into the world. I walked with her to the end of her life. And now, I carry her forward—in memory, in action, and in the quiet determination to live in a way that honors who she was. Not perfectly. Not without sorrow. But with intention, compassion, and gratitude for the time we had.
Her story did not end with her final breath. It continues every time someone chooses courage over fear, honesty over silence, love over withdrawal. It continues in every life she touched, including mine. And in that continuation, I find reason to keep going.
