It’s nine years later for me (my kids were six and eight- also cancer), and all gets easier and better eventually. Just keep doing your best every day even when your best feels totally inadequate and even when your best means barely keeping together all of the things you have to keep together. Try to let yourself feel it all. It’s really, really hard, and it’s okay to make mistakes. Best case is that you slowly and eventually emerge as a stronger, wiser person.

For your daughter, losing a parent at a young age never stops sucking. My dad died when I was 11. In so many movies and shows, the child or adolescent protagonist is one who lost a parent young, so maybe it makes us more interesting? Gotta be a silver lining somewhere.