She would have been ten today.

Ten years old — a milestone filled with candles, laughter, and dreams.
But instead of balloons and birthday songs, her family holds memories, soft and sacred, of a little girl who once lit their world with joy.

Her name was Siobhan Margaret Mather.

She was only four when she left this world, but she lived with the spirit of someone much older — bright, fierce, and full of love.

Siobhan was not a child who blended quietly into the background.
She shined.

She had a spark that couldn’t be ignored — feisty, funny, sassy, and full of confidence.
Her laughter was quick and contagious, her opinions firm, her hugs warm and endless.

She was the kind of little girl who could walk into a room and make everyone feel alive.

Her parents used to smile and say she had a fire inside her — one that made her bold, curious, and ready to take on anything.

She loved to play, to dance, and to tell stories that made everyone laugh.
Even as a toddler, she had her own mind, her own way, and she made sure everyone knew it.

Siobhan adored her siblings.
Her older sister Ciara, just nine at the time, was her best friend and her partner in imagination.
They would play dress-up, make believe, and laugh until their sides hurt.

Her brother Liam, six, followed her everywhere — not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
Siobhan’s energy pulled everyone in, wrapping the whole house in laughter and chaos — the kind of chaos that fills a home with love.

She also had a gentler side — one she showed through her baby dolls.

She would line them up, feed them, sing to them softly, and tuck them in with tiny blankets.

It was her way of showing love, of nurturing in the way she had been nurtured.
She may have been small, but her heart was enormous.

And then came the storm that changed everything.

The word Neuroblastoma entered their lives — a word no parent should ever have to hear.
A cancer so cruel, it takes children at the very age when life is just beginning to bloom.

Hospitals replaced playgrounds.
Monitors replaced music.
Yet through it all, Siobhan never lost her spark.

Even in the hospital, she was playful and strong-willed, often making nurses laugh when they least expected it.

She could light up a room even when her tiny body was tired.
There was something about her — a courage beyond her years, a spirit that refused to be dimmed.

Her family watched in awe as their little girl faced every treatment with bravery.
She would hold her dolls in one hand and her mother’s hand in the other, whispering that she was “okay.”

She was protecting them even then — the way only a child full of love could.

There were moments of hope, moments when it seemed like her light might stay longer.

But Neuroblastoma is unrelenting.
And when her time came, Siobhan left surrounded by love — the kind that holds on even when the world lets go.

She was only four.

Four years that changed everything.

In those short years, she taught her family more about love, strength, and joy than a lifetime ever could.
Her laughter still echoes in their hearts, her spirit woven into every sunrise and every soft breeze that brushes their faces.

Her sister still remembers her giggles, her sass, her little quirks that made her so uniquely Siobhan.
Her brother still talks about her adventures, about the way she made every day feel like a story worth telling.

And her parents — they still carry her light.
It shines in their words, in their memories, in every act of kindness they do in her name.

Today would have been her tenth birthday.
Instead of candles, there are quiet tears.
Instead of gifts, there is gratitude — for the time they had, for the lessons she left behind.

Because Siobhan’s story didn’t end when she took her last breath.
It continues in the way she made people love harder, live braver, and hold tighter to what truly matters.

She was fierce.
She was radiant.
She was love in its purest form.

And though she left too soon, her light remains — untamed, unbroken, unforgettable.

Fly high, sweet Siobhan.
You are loved beyond measure, and missed beyond time.

💛 Forever four. Forever our sunshine.