The pain of her absence has never lessened.

Her mother still cannot make peace with her loss.
Every day is filled with longing, imagining the life they could have shared.

Bobbi gave her everything — love, lessons, guidance — yet some days gratitude feels impossible.
Sadness and anger overwhelm her for what was stolen from Bobbi and their family.
Every memory is cherished, but knowing there will be no more moments together cuts deep.

Bobbi’s story, often shared in joyful videos, only shows a fraction of reality.
At just two and a half, a brain tumor the size of an adult fist was discovered.
Her first surgery lasted over ten hours.
She flatlined in ICU that night and had to be resuscitated.
Six days later, a second surgery confirmed terminal brain cancer — end-stage, untreatable.
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Three years have passed since Bobbi left this world.
And yet, the ache of her absence has never dulled.

Her mother will never make peace with Bobbi being gone; it will never, ever feel okay.

Every day is spent wishing Bobbi were still here, imagining the life they could have shared together.

There is so much to be grateful for, and she owes it all to Bobbi.

But some days, gratitude feels impossible.

Today, all she feels is sadness and anger — anger for everything stolen from Bobbi, everything stolen from their family.
She cherishes every memory, every shared moment, but the knowledge that she will never have another moment together is a constant, piercing ache.

Three long years of “could have beens,” “should have beens,” missed milestones, and countless moments of I wish you were here.
To Bobbi, she owes it all.

Bobbi shaped her life in ways too vast to measure.

Because of her, she met Johnnie.
Because of her, she learned the depths of motherhood.
Every ounce of appreciation for life, every lesson in patience, unconditional love, and presence, came through Bobbi.

Bobbi taught her how fleeting life is, how to savor each day, even the painful ones.
She became the person who most shaped her life, who made her understand that joy can exist in the smallest of moments.

She learned to live in the present, to focus on the now rather than always being consumed by the bigger picture.
Because of Bobbi, she strives to make the most of each day, knowing that tomorrow is never guaranteed.

Her children can never fill the hole Bobbi left, and they are not meant to.

But she promises to continue living a life that honors Bobbi, letting her memory guide each step.

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She misses her sweet girl every day and is thankful for the life Bobbi gave her — every lesson, every smile, every small act of love.

Bobbi’s story, often shared as adorable videos of a happy, resilient child, showed only a tiny fraction of reality.

The truth was far harsher.

It began in December 2019, when Bobbi was admitted to the hospital for refusing or being unable to walk, with bouts of vomiting and restlessness.

Within 24 hours, a doctor mentioned a potential tumor.
She was transferred for an MRI and then sent to Sydney for immediate surgery.

A brain tumor, the size of an adult fist, was hiding in her tiny skull.

She was only two and a half years old.

The brain surgery lasted all day — ten to twelve agonizing hours.

Knowing a child’s skull has been opened and their brain exposed is horrific, but enduring it all day was a nightmare beyond comprehension.

The relief of learning she was stable after surgery was tempered by terror as the surgeon explained how much blood she had lost, the difficulty of the operation, and that only a quarter of the tumor could be removed.

Worse, four more surgeries awaited her before Christmas.

Seeing her after the surgery broke her mother; she almost fell to her knees.
The first photos were taken days later, but nothing could truly capture the terror and fragility of that first moment.

That night, Bobbi flatlined in the ICU, her heart stopped for several minutes, and she had to be resuscitated.
Her tiny life hung in balance.

Six days later, the second brain surgery began, equally harrowing.

When the surgeon spoke afterward, the news was devastating: the tumor was not just any tumor — it was terminal brain cancer.
End-stage. Untreatable.

From that day forward, every moment was a battle.

Every laugh, every hug, every milestone became a gift.
Bobbi’s strength and spirit taught her family to cherish life, to love deeply, and to find joy even in despair.

Bobbi’s memory is woven into every choice, every lesson, and every act of love.

She shaped the way her mother lives, loves, and nurtures.

Three years on, the pain of her absence is still immense.
Yet her presence is felt in every heartbeat, guiding her family to live fully and honor her legacy.

Her story is one of love, of grief, and of courage beyond measure.
And even though she is gone, Bobbi continues to teach her family how to live, how to cherish, and how to love without limit.