A Letter to My Daughter on What Would’ve Been Her 18th Birthday
You are supposed to turn 18 today. I have to keep reminding myself to stop thinking of you as 15 years old. It seems crazy — and so unfair — that I need a reminder at all. Part of my brain will always hold onto you at the age you were when you died, just three weeks shy of your 16th birthday. I’m so sorry about that.
I’m compelled to remember…