Choosing Life, One Year After the Death of My Daughter
6 min readMar 19, 2019
Twelve months ago my 15-year-old daughter died, and grief rolled into my life like a thick fog.
Last week, I folded my first crane.
Cranes were our inside joke. Ana learned how to fold them when she was around 11, a skill I greatly admired because I’d never learned. I once asked her to teach me, but she refused. She liked knowing how to do…