Olive, our little fighter, has gone home to be with Jesus, where there is no more pain for her little body. Our hearts are breaking. Please hold up Lynette and Rusty in your thoughts and prayers. I can't begin to imagine the depth of sorrow they must feel.
This evening, we found Tyler crying alone a few times. He played a "sad" song for Olive on the piano, pausing to wipe his tears and bury his face. Here, in Wichita, lots of tears are being shed for Olive, and her Mommy and Daddy.
Perhaps strangely, after all that Olive has gone through, I didn't realize she could be taken so quickly. They learned there was an infection this morning, and by this evening she was gone.
What a difference you have made in this world, Little One.