I Returned Home from My Daughter’s Funeral to Find a Tent in My Backyard — I Went Pale at What I Found Inside

I thought I’d prepared myself to say goodbye. People told me the end would be peaceful, and maybe it was for Lily. For me, it felt like being dropped through the floor. We buried my eight-year-old today, and I moved through the service like a ghost—hugged, spoken to, barely answering. I drove home in silence