10/13/2026
4 years today. 🤍
Four years of an absence that can never truly be filled, only softened by the memories and beautiful reminders of Chloe’s short but profoundly meaningful life.
Grief has no prescribed script. It knows no timeline, follows no rules, and lingers in ways that are beyond human comprehension. Time does not erase the pain of losing someone you love so deeply. It simply teaches you how to carry it, making the weight a little more bearable as the years pass. But today, four years later, the memories are as vivid, and the heartache as real, as if it were yesterday.
Her little body was shutting down. The doctors knew it, and despite their very best efforts, they gently began preparing everyone for what was to come. Tears were shed. Hugs were held a little tighter. Goodbyes were whispered through broken hearts.
But perhaps no goodbye was as heartbreaking, or as profoundly beautiful, as the one shared between two sisters.
Chloe’s big sister knew. She understood, in a way no child should ever have to, that her little sister’s time on earth was coming to an end. She knew that soon, Chloe would be joining Jesus in heaven. She knew this would be one of the last times she would see her little sister, her best friend.
And so, she stayed beside her.
Without being asked, without anyone guiding her, she gently placed her hand on Chloe’s head.
There were no grand gestures, no perfect words. Just the quiet, unconditional love between two sisters. In that moment, she was saying goodbye in the only way her little heart knew how. She was beginning to understand a life without the little sister she loved so fiercely.
It was their moment. A sacred, tender moment witnessed by so many, yet belonging entirely to the two of them. A moment that would leave an imprint on every heart in that room, forever.
Today is a day of mourning, but it is also a day of celebration. We mourn the little girl we desperately wish we could hold again, the memories we never got to make, and the years we will never get to share with her here on earth. But we also celebrate the beautiful promise of eternal life.
Chloe’s suffering came to an end. Her pain was lifted, carried by the very Savior who bore our sins and suffering on the cross. She was welcomed into the arms of Jesus, where there is no more pain, no more sickness, and no more tears.
And as impossibly painful as it was to say goodbye, we find peace in knowing that she was finally home.
In almost 16 short months, Chloe fulfilled a purpose greater than we could have ever imagined. Her little life touched hearts, brought people together, strengthened faith, and inspired a love that continues to reach far beyond her time here on earth.
We would have chosen a lifetime with her. A thousand lifetimes, if we could. But we trust that God’s plans for her were greater than our own, even when our hearts struggle to understand.
Four years without her. Four years closer to seeing her again. 👼
Until that beautiful reunion, we will continue to speak her name, share her story, and find pieces of her in the love she left behind.
Thank you to each and every one of you who continues to keep Chloe’s memory alive. Whether you share a story, speak her name, remember her birthday, or simply hold our family in your prayers, please know that it means more than words could ever express.
Because while Chloe’s time on earth was far too short, the love she left behind will last forever. 🦒🤍
