06/14/2026
Today, she would have turned 6 years old.
I don't have the words for what that means. I'm not sure I ever do on this day. I just know that every June 14th the world keeps moving like it's a regular day and for me it has never been a regular day and it never will be.
Keegan was here for 27 days. Twenty seven days. And in those 27 days she showed me more about bravery than I have learned in all the years since. She was born fighting. She fought every single day. And even through the oxygen mask, through everything that tiny body was carrying, she smiled.
She smiled.
I have spent six years trying to be worthy of that smile. Trying to show up for people the way she showed up for every single one of her 27 days
Fully.
Without complaint. With everything she had.
I don't know what she would have looked like at 6. I don't know what would have made her laugh or what she would have been afraid of or what she would have wanted to be when she grew up. I will spend the rest of my life not knowing those things and there is no way to make that okay.
What I know is that she was here. That she was real. That she mattered in ways that 27 days should not be able to produce but somehow did.
Happy birthday baby girl.
Daddy loves you.
He always will. 🤍
