You were our little sunshine.
You were the one who made our home feel like a home. You gave heart and soul to our house. You were the first thing in our mind when we opened the front door. You made us laugh. You calmed us down. You gave us happiness in the simplest of ways. You were perfect just the way you were.
You getting sick was unthinkable. You had to get better, it simply couldn't end bad. You had half of your life left. We fought for you, week after week, never loosing hope. And just when we though things were getting better, it got worse. Although the tests had shown that you didn't have a tumor, it became clear that the results had been wrong. Your muscles were getting weaker and the bleeding had started again. None of us wanted to make the decision, but we knew you couldn't tell us if you were in pain or not, and it feels like we wanted to believe you weren't for our own sake. So we had to do what we believe was best for you, and not for us.
All I wished for christmas this year was that you would heal. Although you left us on the 12th of december, you will forever be in our hearts and in our minds. We love you.