The morning began like so many others in our home—busy, slightly chaotic, and built around routines that had slowly become our way of surviving life after loss. I was in the kitchen preparing breakfast for my seven grandchildren, just as I had done every single day since the tragedy that changed everything.
The smell of warm pancakes filled the air, and for a short while, the house felt almost peaceful. Grace, my youngest granddaughter, had been unusually quiet for several days.
At fourteen, she was at the age where curiosity turns into questions that adults often struggle to answer. She had been thinking more about her parents…
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