My 12-year-old daughter cut off her hair to make a wig for a classmate with cancer… The next morning, the principal called me in a panic: “Come to the school IMMEDIATELY! You won’t believe what happened!”

tears, I listened as they announced a fund in his name to help families facing cancer. Letty squeezed my hand and whispered, “Do you think Dad knows?” I looked at her, at Millie, at all those faces softened by love and grief, and felt him there with us. “He’s right here,” I said. And for the first time since he died, the pain in my chest loosened—replaced continue reading …