Our hearts are unbearably heavy today as we walk a path we never dreamed we would face. Our sweet Wesson has fought with everything in him. This traumatic brain injury—the pain, the trauma—has been so incredibly unfair. Yet even in the midst of it all, he has shown a strength as pure as anything we have ever known. If you knew Wesson, you knew his rowdy spirit—that wild spark that turned ordinary days into full-blown adventures.
He was always chaos with a purpose, laughter that filled every room, a smile that melted every heart. He was joy wrapped in a little boy, mischief and magic, softness and storm, all in one. And he is ours. Forever ours. We always joked that it was “Wes’s world, and we just lived in it,” and now we are terrified of imagining a world without him. Today we begin the transition into palliative care, slowly and gently, guided only by love. Wesson will be surrounded by our hands, our voices, our prayers, and every ounce of the love we’ve held for him since the moment he came into our lives.
In his short years, Wesson chose to be an organ donor—proof of the huge heart he carried. He will give life, hope, and healing to others, shining his light even now. This is not giving up. This is placing our baby into the Lord’s arms, trusting God’s plan. His joy, his laugh, his spirit will stay with us forever. Please keep our family in your prayers—for peace, strength, and the comfort of feeling Wesson’s love around us. Thank you for loving our boy.
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