10/16/2026
Seven years ago today, our beautiful little girl, Wilhelmina Louise Hovlid, earned her angel wings.
At 6:20 a.m. that morning, we made the hardest decision we have ever faced as parents. We chose to let our sweet girl take the lead and begin her journey toward Heaven’s gates. There is no way to prepare your heart for a moment like that. Every instinct as a parent tells you to hold on, to protect your child, and to never let them go. But sometimes, the greatest act of love is finding the strength to let go, even when every part of your heart is screaming for just one more moment. We had to put our sweet girl’s needs before our own desire to keep her here in pain. It was a decision no parent should ever have to make, and one that has forever changed who we are.
At 7:47 a.m. on October 16, 2019, our beautiful little girl, Wilhelmina Louise Hovlid, peacefully took her final breath in our arms and earned her angel wings. She was surrounded by love and by the people whose lives she had touched in her precious time here on earth.
There are some losses you don't simply move on from. You learn to walk with them. You learn to breathe around them. You learn to carry the love and the pain together.
And now, we find myself walking toward other families who are traveling down that same dark road. We sit beside them. We listen. We hold space for their pain. We tell them the things we wish someone had told to us when our world fell apart.
We tell them they don't have to carry it alone.
We trust that God is holding our daughter now, in the place where we could no longer hold her. We believe she is safe. We believe she is free from pain. And we hold onto the faith that one day, when our time comes, we will see her again.Until then, we will keep living here for her. Because we lost our little girl, but we will never lose her name. WILHELMINA
We will say her name out loud. WILLIE
We will tell her story, to anyone who wants to listen.
We will keep her memory alive. WILLIE'S WARRIORS
We will make sure the world knows she was here.
As a parent we're not supposed to bury our own child. We're never supposed to watch our child fall into a darkness we cannot pull them from.
I am a father, I am supposed to fix things.
That's the only job I've ever known. When something breaks, I fix it.
I am a mother, When someone is hurting, I make it better. When my child needs me, I am supposed to be there.
But this...
We can't fix this.
God had a different plan for her and us.
And that is the part we're still learning to accept.
We would give anything for one more chance to reach for her. One more hug. One more conversation. One more day where we could hear her voice, see her smile, and tell her how much we love her.
She had so much life left in her. So much love left to give. More love than this world had even begun to understand. She was a fighter, defeated many battles in 98 days. She wasn't supposed to be taken from us. We were supose to bring her home. Watch her grow. Watch her play with her siblings. Listen to them argue and fight over stupid stuff. Then watch them make up. She wasn't done here. But God felt she did what she needed to do here on earth.
She taught us how to be brave. She taught us patience. She taught us a kind of love that changed us forever, brought our family together tighter than before.
We don't want to forget her.
And we don't want the world to forget her either.
We want people to know her name. We want them to know her story. We want them to know the beautiful person she was, the love she carried, and the mark she left on the lives of everyone who had the privilege of knowing her. Because we didn't just lose a daughter, our kids lost a sister, our parents lost a grandchild, our siblings lost a neice. We lost our little girl. We all lost a friend. We all lost a part of our heart. We lost a piece of ourself that we can never replace.
We would give anything to have her back.
But until the day we can hold her again, we will carry her name with pride. We will tell her story. We will speak of her with love. We will keep saying her name, even when it hurts, because saying her name means she is still being remembered.
Every breath we have left will carry a piece of her.
She is our daughter, she us our kids baby sister. That she will always be. And no matter how many years pass, no matter how much time separates us, she will always be a part of us.
We didn't get enough time with her.
But we will spend the rest of my time making sure the world knows that she was here.
That she was loved. That she mattered. That she still matters. And that her family will never stop loving her.
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Team Wilhelmina! Willie’s Warriors! Gone to soon! Forever our angle baby!