Every Friday at 6 p.m. my daughter called me without fail, and the one week my phone stayed silent I drove to her house and heard a sound from upstairs that turned our quiet Tennessee life into something I still can’t fully talk about

Allison’s legacy. Not the way her life was taken, but the way she lived. The way she loved. The way she prepared her daughter for a world without her.

Every Friday at 6:00 p.m., I still find myself listening for the phone. Of course, it doesn’t ring. But sometimes, when Amelia is laughing in the next room or showing me something she built, I feel Allison continue reading …