I Thought I Was Building A New Family With A Widower—Until One Day, One Of His Daughters Asked Me, “Do You Want To See Where My Mom Lives?” And Led Me To The Basement Door

“Mommy doesn’t live in the basement,” he explained gently.

Grace frowned. “But we see her there.”

“You see her pictures and videos. But she isn’t living in any room anymore.”

Emily’s lip quivered. “Then where is she?”

“In your hearts,” he said softly.

Grace was quiet, then asked, “Can we still watch her videos?”continue reading …