She is the youngest of four,and has had to endure a lot in her short little life.Where to start with her story, Is really hard to write due to it all.She was born in Sept.of 07',Brandon and I couldn't be happier we had the family that we always wanted.When she was a few months old she did her First cross country trip. Then down to the new post.A few months after we got there Dad deployed. She was to little to understand let alone remember it was a ruff year for all of us.We had neurosurgeon appointments,several x rays,and eye doctors to go to, but all was still kinda of good.Dad came home, and started being daddy.She always smiled when he was around.During the year at being home we started doing more as a family.He would sing every night to her so she would sleep.She tried to help with the car,but was still pretty small she would carry screw drivers, and try her hardest to be a big helper.During the summer before the 2nd deployment we had noticed a few problems with her, and I was looking in to it.It didn't seem like anything too bad so we both thought,but a part of me knew better.He came home for R and R around my birthday it was nice.He had lots of fun with the kids camping and fishing and Gwenny loved it.After two weeks home he flew back.Shortly there after I got a call saying she needed a MRI they had found something, and needed to see what it was.In November of 2010 my 3 year old had to have brain surgery. Brandon got to come home for that, and we were happy.We had been in the hospital for 4 days before she got to come home. She couldn't do much, and dad didn't want to break her by holding her.It was hard to see but I understood even if she didn't at the time. She has been doing phenomenal since then.When we got the knock on the door I didn't know what to tell her. She was playing and having fun, and had no clue.Her and her siblings spent time with their godmother while I attempted to get Brandon's affairs in order.When I flew to Dover, It was hard; this was really the first time she had ever been away from me but she dealt with it rather well.Then the funeral came and that was hard she knew daddy was in there and asked when he was coming out so the could play, and sadly I had to tell her daddy can't come out I think she had an idea that daddy was not coming home when see saw him lowered in the ground, and we had to fly back with out him.After we came home she would tell me mommy don't cry, and try her hardest to get me to smile.She was and still is the best at that.She is so free, loving, giving, and when she asked where daddy was I had to tell her and all she could say is he's happy and he smiles a lot.As of today she is doing better than I could have prayed for. She misses him and it will always be that way.She is looking forward to the fun this summer.Playing with the dog,splashing around in the ponds,playing guitar,and riding the skateboard like her dad,just not all at the same time.
(Written By Havalah,Edited By C.J.)
