My name is Allison Kennedy, and for years, I thought I understood what loss was. When my husband died in a car crash four years ago, my world collapsed. The grief was relentless—a shadow that lingered in every corner of the house. But I had a six-year-old daughter, Chloe, who needed me. So, I did what mothers do—I kept going. I worked as a freelance graphic designer in Boston, juggling projects and parenthood, holding everything together with sheer will……CONTINUE READING BELOW
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