No Goodbyes
he front doorbell rang. Through sheer white curtains, I could see two female police officers standing on the porch of my bungalow. Were they fundraising, I wondered? Were my neighbors OK? I welcomed them into my home. “Would you like something to drink?” I asked the officers. “No, thank you,” one officer replied. “Could you sit down please?” My heart started pounding, as if it wanted to drown out whatever I was about to hear. “I’m sorry to have to tell you this…” started one of the officers, “but your daughter has died.” It was March 6, 2012, a day after…
