David Gebala@DavidGebala
I sit beside you at your bedside, wrapped in a quiet kind of uncertainty unsure of what your life will look like, unsure of what lies ahead. Every single day I pray that you’ll be okay, that you don’t feel pain, and that the weight of what happened never lingers in your memory.
My sweet Maya, I know you’re still in there, you show us in the most beautiful ways. I see it in your eyes… that little twinkle, that spark that has always been yours. The other day, when Dahlia placed the Labubu in your hand, you lifted it gently to your face, as if you wanted to really see it, to know it. And when I put lotion on your dry hands, you brought your hand up again, taking in the scent like it was something familiar, something comforting.
It’s those little things, the ones that are actually so big that remind me, without a doubt, that you are still here. My firstborn, the big sister, the heart of the family… we will get through this together. There are so many people cheering you on, holding you in their hearts.
Daddy loves you, my sweet Maya Bear forever and always.