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Blog: The Parenting Lessons I Learned From My Dying Child

I hoisted my daughter off the pavement, perching her on my hip as I brushed the silky gold strands of hair from her eyes. At 3, Hannah was already getting too big for me to carry this way, but I needed her reassuring heft to ground me for the conversation we were about to have. Otherwise, I feared, I would simply evaporate into the sky.