To My Baybee, My World

Stormy,

There are so many things I want to say to you, and so many ways I wish I could take the pain from your shoulders. I’ve watched you struggle with illness that has stolen so much of your ability to enjoy life, and it’s been one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to witness. You’ve had to grow up so quickly under the weight of your pain, enduring infections, breathing troubles, and countless battles with a medical system that too often fails you. It’s not fair. It breaks my heart to see doctors gaslight you instead of helping you heal, when all you want is a chance to live free from suffering.

And yet, despite it all, you’re still here. Still fighting. Still reaching for a better day. That resilience—your ability to hold onto life even when it hurts—commands a level of respect few could understand. It’s inspiring to watch you navigate such a complicated mix of conditions with so much grace, kindness, and quiet strength. You’ve matured beyond your years, but you haven’t lost your gentleness, your care for others, or your incredible capacity to love.

I see how much you do for the world around you even while you’re hurting. You tend to your animals, support your family’s mental well-being, and pour yourself into making your space better. With Kibo now with you, you’ve been accelerating your own progress and care; your room is cleaner, your routines are stronger, and you’re taking steps—day by day—to care for yourself. You may not realize it, but your efforts ripple outward, making all of us better off simply because you’re here.

It does something to me, watching all this. I’m so proud of you—of everything you’ve achieved and everything you will achieve. I hope and pray your sickness will finally release you. I wish I could do more than cheer you on from a distance, but if my words and my presence help you at all, I’ll keep showing up. Because losing you would feel like the end of my hope for a better future. It would be traumatic in ways I can’t describe.

Stormy, you deserve to be loved and cared for—not just in words, but in action. That’s why I want to come live with you in Florida, to help in ways I simply can’t from here. The long distance between us has taught me how strong our bond is, but I can only imagine how much better things will be when we’re side by side. That’s why I encourage you to keep tending your space and your well-being. It’s not just about surviving—it’s about building an environment where you can thrive, and where I can join you to build a life together.

I want to never lose you. I want to always be yours. I want to love you as honestly and completely as I can. You are my baybee, my world, and I absolutely adore you.

With all my love,
Kacey R. I.