I didn't know, Max, I had no idea. So very sorry to hear.
After my Mom died (also a traumatic event) my sister and I were going thru a box of her most private possessions, and we cam across an unfinished report card of her little sister who had been killed by a car at about 8-9 years old.
I had known of her (the child, my aunt) but the poignancy of the stark little incomplete report card, with only three semesters of grades with her Mom's three signatures for those semesters in different shades of ink brought us to our knees.
Mom had saved it for all these years, and this little card that had recorded her short life's achievements and had been brought home faithfully in her little hands, was all that remained of this poor little girl.