These past days have been a whirlwind of emotions—love, worry, and a quiet strength that holds us together. Last night, Brielle’s little sister tiptoed into my room, her eyes glistening with tears. Through soft sniffles, she whispered, “I’m just so sad because Brielle is sick.”
At only three years old, her heart carries a weight far too heavy for her tender age. She misses the mornings when she and Brielle would build forts, play “house,” and fill the air with carefree laughter. Now, the house feels quieter, the days slower, as we navigate the heaviness of Brielle’s illness and the uncertainty it brings. Yet, amidst the stillness, we find strength in our love for one another, holding onto hope and the memories of brighter days.