When the funeral coordinator arrived, I held Sophia in my arms one final time. I gently carried her down the stairs to the waiting gurney, making sure she was safely secured before the van took her to the funeral home. In that moment, I knew how lucky I was to be her dad. The pain of losing my sweet, beautiful girl hasn’t fully hit me yet. Every day, I draw her name with a heart on the shower glass—it’s my way of keeping her close.”
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