I came home from a long day and went through the mail. An envelope from Wings was in the stack. I assumed it was another booklet on “how to survive the holidays”, but it was their annual magazine. I flipped through and a few pages in, I came across a photo of my precious little girl. One of the social workers from Wings was putting Zoey’s footprints in one of our favorite books. At first I was excited to see her story included. And then it hit me. That’s all I get. A story of a beautiful life that was. My daughter in the past. My daughter in a magazine dedicated to dying children. I’ll tell her story a million times if I can, but it will always be in the past tense. I won’t see her name in her kindergarten program. Or in the school paper for making the honor roll. Her wedding announcement. Turns out I didn’t need another booklet on how to survive the holidays. I needed one on how to survive today.