Brandon was born on July 1st, 2015. He and his twin were born at 25 weeks gestation. 1 pound 10 ounces and 1 pound 12 ounces. After the very early and traumatic birth, both boys were swept away to the NICU. We were given word almost a day later that they were finally stabilized, but that every minute, day, even month would be very precious in their journeys. It seemed like the longest days of our lives. Praying hard that they would pull through. As each day came and went the journey got harder. We kept getting bad news about each of our boys. At day 17 Ben twin B had to have brain surgery to draw blood off of it. And we soon found out the twin A- Brandon had a rare heart condition. So the hard decision had to be made to separate the boys and brandon was sent to a hospital that would be able to further evaluate and handle his heart. Each day we would travel from one hospital to the other to see and spend time with our boys. During this time Ben got stronger and brandon weaker. In October ben got to come home on a feeding tube and his twin continued to fight in the hospital. On Dec 3rd we got the sad news that our baby Brandon was not going to make it. It was one of the hardest days of my life. I watched and held my baby Brandon tight in my arms while he took his last breath. He gained his wings. I love and miss that boy dearly. I learned a lot from Brandon. I learned that life is very short and can be gone in literally a blink of an eye. I learned to never give up. I am grateful of every minute I was given with that boy. My life has been changed forever. A piece of me missing, but I share help others who are struggling or grieving. I will continue to pay it forward in his name. Brandon. We all miss you. Xoxo.