Title: Our World Stopped Please Help Us Lay Our Baby to Rest

These are words a parent should never have to write.

Our beautiful baby only 2 years old was taken from us in a tragic accident. One moment, our

home was filled with laughter, tiny footsteps, and the sound of a voice just learning how to

say “I love you.” The next moment, our world went silent.

We are a loving family of four. Now, we are trying to learn how to breathe as a family of

three.

Our baby boy was joy in its purest form. His laugh filled every room. His smile could soften

the hardest day. He had the sweetest little voice and the warmest cuddles. He loved being

close to us reaching for our hands, climbing into our laps, laying his head on our shoulders

like that was the safest place in the world.

Our family unit is young but its strong. From where I stood, watching them together felt like

watching something sacred.

I loved watching his father playfully toss him onto the bed, and our son would squeal with

that deep, uncontrollable belly laugh, the kind that filled every corner of the house and

forced you to laugh right along with him. That sound was pure happiness. And the way his

daddy looked at him in those moments, like there was nothing else in the world that

mattered is something I will carry with me forever.

No matter the time of day, if our little boy asked, “Daddy, play with me,” there was never

hesitation. Not once. It didn’t matter if he had just walked through the door from a long day

of work or if he was exhausted. He would drop everything. Because to him, being a father

wasn’t a task it was a privilege.He fed him his favorite foods even if that meant pizza

for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.Seeing them together was love in its purest form a father pouring his whole heart into his

son, and a little boy who absolutely adored his daddy. And as his mother, there was no

greater gift than witnessing that bond.

Our sweet child was light, pure light. Curious, joyful, full of energy. The kind of little soul

who ran into your arms without hesitation. The kind who made strangers smile in grocery

store aisles. The kind who left toys in every corner of the house and somehow made the

mess feel like magic.

Now, those toys sit untouched.

As parents, we are shattered. As siblings, there is confusion and heartbreak that no child

should have to carry. Our home feels different. Quieter. Heavier. We are trying to be strong

for our surviving child while navigating a grief that feels unbearable.

We never imagined we would be planning a funeral for our toddler.

If you are unable to give, please consider sharing this page and keeping our family in your

prayers.

We don’t understand why this happened. We may never understand. But we do know that

our child was deeply loved and will always be loved.

Thank you for helping us during the darkest moment of our lives.

With broken hearts,

A grieving mom and dad.