A MEMORY, STILL WITH ME

Making room

for joy.

Fifteen, with my head held high.

Memory image

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

I was finding moments of joy—with my team, on stage.