Stories from the past
Sharing stories about our lost daughter was never easy. But as Olivia listened, it felt right. We talked about her love for animals and her laugh that could light up the room.
Olivia listened intently, hanging onto every word. “She sounded fun,” Olivia said, her voice tinged with awe.
It was bittersweet, yet somehow healing. Months later, Olivia approached us with a request, her eyes full of curiosity.