Four months after losing my 11-year-old daughter, we moved away to start over — then my 5-year-old said, “Mom, I saw Ava in the window across the street.”

Four months after losing my 11-year-old daughter, we moved away to start over — then my 5-year-old said, “Mom, I saw Ava in the window across the street.”

Four months earlier, my eleven-year-old daughter, Maren, had died in a car accident.

My husband, Graham, had picked her up after school that afternoon. They were less than fifteen minutes from home when another driver lost control at an intersection and crashed into the passenger side of Graham’s car.

Graham survived with a broken arm, three fractured ribs, and a scar running along his temple.