13 years ago my 15 yr old daughter was killed in a car wreck. Three cars, six people. She was the only one hurt. The only one who died. This journey through grief is long and very painful . I still have days that I don’t answer the phone or the doorbell. Some days I cry as I look through picture albums. I used to be a minister and I know that my Lord carried me for a long time when I was to weak to stand or walk on my own.