Narrator/Host

And that's what I wanted for Holly.

What was it like then to be at a funeral like that?

It was heartbreaking, and I just uncontrollably cried.

It was awful.

You put them together.

The man that you introduced to your sister ultimately killed her.

Right.

It's part of what haunts me for a long part of my life, absolutely.

But that's looking back.

Nobody can ever predict something that they already learned.

But once you go through something, it's really hard to take it away.

Pretending it didn't happen is hard, but coming to terms with it is even harder.

Sometimes I think every time I take a step here, maybe I'm taking a step in a place she has stepped.

And that gives me a sense of presence.

Here in the hallway of Womack Army Medical Center, where Holly once worked, her memory stands eternal, a silent testament to a life that will not be forgotten.

What does that say down there?

In memory of Second Lieutenant Holly James, for her joy, her service, and her support of mothers and babies.

Well, she was loved.

Yes, she was.

The pain of losing a daughter never fades, and neither do the unanswered questions.