My 10-year-old daughter Lily died in a car accident. Two weeks later, our dog brought me her sweater. The day Lily died, my body stopped functioning like it belonged to me. My husband was driving her to art school, running late, trying to make the light. He barely survived the crash. Lily didn’t. The doctors told me she died instantly. They also told me I shouldn’t see her. They said the shock might destroy me completely, and I believed them because I already felt shattered beyond repair. Two we