A week ago, my 8-year-old daughter, Lily, passed away from cancer. The funeral was as devastating as you\u2019d expect. By the time I got home, I was emotionally drained, but when I pulled into the driveway, I froze. There was a huge tent in my backyard. Bright and circus-like.\n\n\n\n

I couldn\u2019t understand who would do this. My heart pounded as I pulled back the tent flap. Inside, there was a bundle wrapped in a blanket, just like Lily\u2019s hospital one. My eyes filled with tears. I thought it was some twisted prank.\n\n\n\n

As I stood there, heart racing and tears blurring my vision, the bundle shifted again. I dropped to my knees, fearing the worst and half-expecting some horrible trick. But then I heard it \u2014 a soft, familiar purr.\n\n\n\n

I pulled the blanket back, and there she was: Muffin, Lily\u2019s favorite kitten, curled up snugly, with a little note pinned to the fabric. My hands trembled as I opened the note, written in Lily\u2019s unmistakable, messy handwriting: \u201cFor Mommy \u2014 So you don\u2019t feel alone.\u201d\n\n\n\n

I choked back a sob. It felt like Lily had left me one last gift, a reminder of her gentle, giving spirit. The tent, brightly colored and warm, wasn\u2019t just any tent \u2014 it was the play tent we\u2019d set up together on her last good day, when the sun was shining and for a brief moment, laughter still filled our backyard.\n\n\n\n

My husband appeared behind me, his face as worn as mine. He knelt beside me, putting his hand on my shoulder. \u201cI couldn\u2019t leave it in the garage,\u201d he whispered. \u201cShe wanted you to have this. She loved it here.\u201d\n\n\n\n

We sat there together in that little tent, Muffin purring between us, feeling Lily\u2019s presence everywhere. For the first time since her passing, the crushing grief lifted just a bit, replaced by the tiniest sliver of peace. This was Lily\u2019s way of telling us she\u2019d always be with us \u2014 in our hearts, in our memories, and in the simple joys we\u2019d shared.\n\n\n\n

In that moment, under the bright colors of that tent, I realized something: grief may last forever, but so does love. And Lily\u2019s love, like this tent, would always be a shelter for me, even in the hardest times.\n\n\n\n

Lily may be gone, but she left behind more than just memories. She left her spirit, her joy, and her endless love. And sitting there, I knew she would always be with us, in every sunset, every soft breeze, and every little purr from Muffin.\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"