My darling girl, my little soulmate. An old soul . . . a true anachronism. Brilliant, yet naive; wise beyond your years, though inexperienced; caring and giving, but never satisfied with yourself. Overflowing with love . . . and with demons that we could not understand.

Again tonight, for the fourth year, we mark our loss by lighting our Yahrzeit candles for you. The light and joy you brought to our lives will never be extinguished.

Our pride in you — in your remarkable strength and courage as you fought your childhood battles and lifelong struggles — is undiminished. And the imprint you left on all of those who were privileged to know you will be felt throughout their generations.

Rest well, my sweet girl. I miss you beyond words.

Love always,
Nana

4/9/26