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

Carter, Dr. Reed—they were all instruments of grace in the darkest chapter of our family story.

I don’t pretend to understand why Allison’s life ended when it did, and maybe I never will. But I know we weren’t abandoned in that darkness. We were given the strength—and the people—to find our way through it.

My advice to you? Listen to that voice in your continue reading …