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It’s no secret that many marriages fall apart after the death of a child. Losing a child completely tears you sort. You’re the same people, but at the same time, you’re really not. You are left broken and hollow; a piece of you is missing. 

In our case, I believe it has brought us closer. When Nayelis was diagnosed in June of 2009,  everything changed; how could it not when you are being told that your child has to fight for her life when she was barely 8 months old. At one point during her three year fight, my relationship was on the rocks because we were two individuals trying to be strong for our children, and dealing with the process in our very own ways. 

When we were told by doctors that it was no longer about the quantity, but about the quality of life, man we cried and we prayed. We prayed for the miracle we've been waiting for since she was diagnosed. It was in that time that we decided to finally get married because I wanted her to be there with us. We were running against the clock, and we weren't sure how long we had. We married there at the garden at Yale, and just five days later she passed away. 

I want to believe that she was our miracle. She brought and kept us together during one of the toughest moments of our lives. She made sure that mommy and daddy would be there for each other when she no longer was here. This picture here was taken on 9/29/2012, what should have been her 4th birthday as we celebrated her life with family and friends. 

Love is powerful. It can make you or break you. 
To the man who holds my heart in his hands, I will forever love you. 
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