After burying her eight-year-old daughter, Lily, Ashley returns home, engulfed in grief. But something unexpected in her backyard forces her to confront a mystery.
I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, despite thinking I was. The pain of losing Lily was unbearable, and I moved through the funeral like a shadow, consumed by memories of her laughter.
A week later, while driving home from the cemetery, I noticed a large, brightly colored tent in my backyard. Confused and weary, I approached it. Inside, I found something wrapped in a blanket—my heart sank, fearing the worst.
Then, a small golden retriever puppy emerged, wagging its tail and looking up at me. Overwhelmed, I knelt down to touch it, and found an envelope tucked beneath the blanket. It was addressed in Lily’s handwriting.
“Dear Mommy,” it read. “I know you’re sad. I asked Daddy to get you a puppy. Her name is Daisy. Please take care of her for me. I love you.”
Tears streamed down my face as I realized Lily had thought of me even in her final days. Holding Daisy close, I felt a connection to Lily and a new purpose.
In the days that followed, Daisy became my shadow, pulling me out of my grief. She reminded me of Lily’s love, bringing light back into my life. Though nothing could replace Lily, Daisy was a living reminder of her spirit. Slowly, I began to heal, knowing I wasn’t alone in my journey