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The first time Erika Kirk returned to the cemetery with her daughter, the sky was heavy and still. Three-year-old Emma clutched a small drawing — bright colors, the word “Daddy” written in uneven letters. At Charlie’s headstone, Erika knelt, tracing his name with trembling fingers. “I don’t know how to do this without you,” she whispered. ▶️ Learn More:
The first time Erika Kirk returned to the cemetery with her daughter, the sky was heavy and still. Three-year-old Emma clutched a small drawing — bright...
