The wrongful death civil suit I filed against Apex Freight never even made it to the courtroom. Their insurance conglomerate settled for a staggering, eight-figure sum simply to avoid the public relations nightmare of a jury trial.
I didn’t keep the money. The very thought of it sitting in my bank account felt like carrying a rotting corpse.
Instead, I purchased a massive, neglected two-acre lot directly behind the elementary school where Lily was supposed to start kindergarten. I hired the best landscape architects and playground designers in the state.
Six months later, the Lily Vale Memorial Playground officially opened to the public.
It was a masterpiece of joy. The ground was covered in a soft, bouncy rubber material. The climbing structures were elaborate and safe. And soaring above it all were three massive, twisting enclosed slides, all painted a brilliant, blinding canary yellow—because Lily believed yellow was the color of happiness.
1 thought on “Me paré sobre dos ataúdes mientras mis padres descansaban en una playa con mi hermano, llamando al funeral de mi esposo y mi hija “demasiado trivial para asistir”. Luego, pocos días después, aparecieron en mi puerta exigiendo $ 40,000. Mi madre se rompió,”