09/01/2026
Some days the missing hits harder than others. My granddaughter, Gianna, should be here — growing, laughing, learning, living. Instead, we’re left with memories of her tiny hands, her quiet breaths, and the love she brought in her short time on earth.
We’re still waiting for justice, and the waiting is its own kind of heartbreak. But I believe her spirit is with us. I believe she sees us fighting for her. And I believe justice will come, even if the road is long.
I miss you, baby girl.
Always.
🩵 🦋