RIP my baby girl

On March 10th, I shared a picture of Sara on her 15th birthday. It was a bittersweet day for me because, even though I celebrated her, I couldn’t shake the feeling that it might be her last birthday. She had been sick, and my heart just knew. Almost a month later, on April 9th, I had to say goodbye to my Sara forever. She passed away at home, and I held her in my arms until her very last breath.

It’s been eight months, and only now do I feel able to post about her. The pain is still as raw as ever—profound, soul-shattering, and unlike anything I’ve ever known. Life will never be the same without her.

I’ve come to realize that grief is just an extension of love. We grieve so deeply because we loved so deeply. The bond we shared was extraordinary, and that’s why the loss feels so immense.

I miss her every second of every day and hope that, somehow, we’ll meet again someday. Rest easy, my baby girl. You’ll always be the love of my life ❤️❤️