My 12-year-old daughter donated her hair to a girl with cancer—then we received a call from the principal asking us to come in immediately.

like a quiet reminder that grief doesn’t always isolate people—it sometimes connects them in unexpected ways.

Letty looked down at the hard hat she was still carrying. “Do you think Dad would be proud of today?” she asked.

Piper didn’t hesitate this time. “He already is,” she said. “He just doesn’t know how to say it out loud.”

Letty smiled faintly. “Then continue reading …