MY WIFE SAID I HAD TO LET OUR DAUGHTER GO — UNTIL I HEARD MY DAUGHTER’S VOICE WHISPERING THROUGH THE WINDOW The house felt so empty. My wife, Vanessa, kept telling me I had to move on. We buried our daughter three months ago after the fire. They told us there was nothing left. It was a closed casket. My heart was broken into a million pieces. Every night, Vanessa would make me a special tea to help me sleep. My brother, Colby, would stop by with pills from the doctor. They said the grief was mak