I lost my youngest daughter, Kali, to a sudden asthma attack. π
I watched her struggle for breath, her little eyes searching for me, reaching for comfort β and in that moment, time stood still. π
But Kali will never be defined by her final moments. πΈβ¨
She was laughter in the morning, sunshine in every room, and love wrapped in the smallest arms. π€π
She had a smile that could heal pain and a spirit that made everyone feel warm and safe. ππ«

I will say her name every day.
I will carry her memory with pride and purpose. ποΈ
I will demand answers.
I will fight for awareness and change β so no parent has to feel this kind of heartbreak again. πͺπ
Kaliβs life was precious.
Her love was real.
Her story matters. π
And though she is gone from my arms, she will live forever in my heart β
guiding me, strengthening me, and shining through everything I do in her honor. ππ€