13/01/2026
She used to sit with her dad and tell him all about her dreams.
How she wanted to sing.
Dance.
Act.
And now, here she is.
Walking into rehearsal with that same brave heart.
The same voice that once sang her daddy to sleep for the last time.
The same voice that carried tears at his memorial.
Now singing through doors we never imagined would open.
Losing her first love could’ve silenced her.
Instead, she chose expression.
She chose art.
She chose healing.
I’m so proud of her for not burying her dreams, but carrying them forward so her daddy can still hear her.
From heaven, with a front row seat. 💙
- LaNolaMom