Days, Not Weeks: Fighting to Seal My Daughter’s Record
Most people assume an autopsy is private. Depending on where you live, that assumption is wrong. Nobody told me my daughter’s record was public — I found out by accident, and then I had four days to do something about it. Here’s what I learned, and what I want every family to know before they need to know it.
How I Got a Meeting With the Mayor’s Office
This is what I carried into City Hall. I made a folder like this for every person who would be in that room — each one holding the report and the documentation I’d spent months gathering. But the most important thing was on the front. I put my daughter’s face there on purpose. Before anyone opened a folder, before they read a single word, they had to see her. Not a case number, not a label, not the person they’d decided she was. Her. My beautiful Brittney. They needed to see a daughter, and they did.