A MEMORY, STILL WITH ME
Making room
for joy.
Fifteen, with my head held high.

01 / THE STORY
The memory
In this cheerleading photo, I’m fifteen, smiling with my head held high. It had been two years since Dad passed away. I still missed him, but I was finding moments of joy—with my team, on stage, and in the life I wished I could share with him.
WHAT STAYS WITH ME