There is a strange silence that follows the loss of a child. Not just the silence in a room once filled with laughter or small footsteps, but the silence that settles around a grieving mother when the world slowly begins moving again while she remains standing in the wreckage of what was. My daughter, Rhaegan, was three years old when she passed away in a drowning accident. Even writing those words feels unreal. There are days my mind still searches for her automatically, as
