After a drunk driver took my husband and both of my children, I stood trembling in the hospital parking lot and called my parents, barely able to keep the phone in my hand. My father listened in silence, then said, “It’s Jessica’s birthday today. We can’t come.”

looking for money.

I refused every interview about my family.

“The foundation’s work speaks for itself,” I told reporters.

And it did.

We expanded into three more states.

Then twelve.

We paid for funerals, grief counseling, therapy for surviving siblings, scholarships, music programs, and Noah’s Dinosaur Library.

Children began calling themselves Bennett continue reading …