06/26/2025
And then there were all the people who showed up — at the hospital, in prayer, in spirit, in love. You brought me snacks. You raised money. You held my hand — sometimes literally, sometimes emotionally. You carried my baggage when I couldn’t even lift my head.
I can’t list every one of you, but I’m going to try my best. Some of you aren’t on social media. Some of you aren’t even with us anymore. But please know, I carry you in my heart.
There have been some very dark days in my life when I truly questioned if I was loved or if God had forgotten about me. But this past month… this past month showed me more love than I ever imagined possible. So many of you showed up — in person, in prayer, in presence — and because of that, I will never again question whether I am loved. I know now, beyond a doubt, that I am not forgotten.
Special thanks to Kristen Padgett — for listening endlessly and without judgment.
To my son Zack — who showed me grace and gave me a reason to fight.
To my son Nic — I love you more than words will ever say.
To my mom — always, forever.
To my cousin Amy — who got on a plane just to come take care of me.
Sometimes I sit alone at night and cry — not out of pain, but out of pure, overwhelming gratitude for all of you.
God has given me a second chance at life, and I want to spend it in service to the people who helped save it. Don’t let me forget that. Don’t let me fall.
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