Nathan loved basketball and wanted to become an engineer.
Oliver was fascinated by astronomy and spent hours identifying constellations.
Benjamin was our family comedian, always finding ways to make his sisters laugh.
Losing them all in one night shattered something inside me that never fully healed.
My daughters suffered differently.
Hannah, then eighteen, became responsible overnight.
Rachel, sixteen, withdrew into herself.
Madeline, fourteen, grew angry at everyone.
Claire, nine, stopped speaking for nearly a month.
And Sophie, only six, kept waiting by the front window.
For weeks, she asked when Daddy and the boys were coming home.
There is no gentle way to tell a six-year-old that four people she loves are never coming back.
Miles was there through all of it.
He arranged meetings with insurance representatives.
He helped organize the funeral.
He brought groceries when I couldn’t leave the house.
When the girls needed rides to school, he volunteered.
