This life moves like the tides—both beautiful and brutal, forever shifting between highs and lows. I love it. I love the friendships that form fast and last across miles, the community that steps in when you need it most, the purpose that steadies me when I start to wonder what it’s all for. And I hate it too—the solo parenting, the 2 a.m. phone calls, the way the unseen work of keeping a family afloat is quietly placed on our shoulders. Both are true. Both live inside me.

Resilience is not merely surviving; it is choosing to live fully in the middle of what feels impossible. It is the legacy they handed down: not in speeches or medals, but in daily choices that stitched community, hope, and endurance into the fabric of their families