Today has been heavy-hearted. I worked third-shift at the time, and drove straight to the hospital when I got off at seven o'clock in the morning. I sat outside with my dad waiting to hear from the doctor. It was a beautiful day, just like today.
When we think of Eden now, it's after the years of desperate treatment for a disease we never could seem to catch. She was always the same bubbly, bright, little girl, and it took a lot to make her cry.
It was such a small window of time to spend with her, and I think we all feel cheated. I'm just thankful for the help we had along the way, and I had any time to spend with her at all.