His first summer spent bouncing between 8 South and 8 East instead of home playing outside with his brothers.

We were six weeks into that long, arduous hospital stay post a pair of strokes following the severe heart failure diagnosis.

I still have nightmares about those days. Seven years doesn’t stop a tear from swelling in just remembering.

Marsh resilliently does not.

I am thankful beyond words for all of the kindness, support, prayers, and generosity bestowed upon our families.