Six months ago, my daughter and her husband died in a plane crash. At 71, I became the guardian of their four children. Then a huge package arrived, containing a letter from my late daughter. It revealed a truth she had carried to the grave and changed everything I believed about her final days.My name is Carolyn. I’m 71, and six months ago, my life split into before and after.My daughter, Darla, and her husband were flying to another city for a work trip. They left their four children with me for the weekend. The plane never made it.Engine failure. No survivors. Just like that, they were gone.I became both mother and grandmother to four children who didn’t understand why their parents weren’t coming home.

Lily was nine. Ben was seven. Molly was five. And Rosie had just turned four.Lily, Ben, and Molly understood enough to grieve. Rosie was still waiting, still believing her parents would walk through the door.At first, I didn’t know how to tell her. How do you explain death to children that young?So when Rosie asked where Mommy was, I said, “She’s on a very long trip, sweetheart. But Grandma’s here. I’ll always be here.”It was a lie wrapped in love. But it was the only way I could keep her from falling apart completelyhe first few weeks were unbearable.he kids cried at night. Lily stopped eating. Ben wet the bed for the first time in years.I was drowning. My pension wasn’t enough to support all of us. So I had to go back to work.