Gisselle was the oldest of three sisters. Gisselle was our life. Our lives revolved around her. Her needs and well being always came first. We never went anywhere, if she could not go with us. None of us mind all these years of just being at home. We came to love our family night movie marathons at home or the holidays we spent always celebrating at home, most of the time, just the five of us. She was loved beyond words. We needed her just as much as she needed us.
She was always so strong. She endured so much pain with a smile. She hardly complained or cried. She couldn't verbally talk, but she did so with her eyes. Just by her look, we knew if she was happy or sad or if she needed or wanted something. With her bright and shiny eyes she would make sure we knew she loved us. We always told her and showed her how much we loved her. Her giggles always brightened our days. We made sure she knew she was perfect because she was in God's hands and He does not make mistakes. I was always her caregiver. It meant, sleepless nights for 16 years, countless hospital visits, lots of medicine and breathing treatments, therapy appointments, doctors and specialists appointments many times a year, dealing with countless vendors for supplies and equipment. But I do not regret any single thing. I did it selflessly, I did it for the immense love that I have for her. I always prayed for The Lord to love her through me and to make me a vessel to serve and protect her, and if I had the chance, I would do it all over again. My baby, my first born, will always be missed.