I used to see the redemption in her death, the changes in me, in my family, how she breathed so much beauty and complexity into our lives. How I'm a better person, more whole in some way, more in tune with the society of the suffering that surrounds me on all sides. I'm not so sure anymore, not as certain.
I think, it is what it is.
What else can you say about it? These days I no longer take anything away from her death except that she died.
Sweet daughter of mine, how I wish you were her.