12/04/90 - 03/12/24
Natasha’s journey began with light, laughter, and love. At just five years old, she developed epilepsy, facing every seizure type imaginable. Over time, this cruel condition stole her ability to speak, swallow, and walk. Yet, through it all, Natasha’s spirit never dimmed.
She was loved by everyone who had the joy of knowing her. Her smile could light up a room, and her presence brought warmth and kindness wherever she went.
One of my favorite memories is from the early days, when Natasha twirled through ballet and tap classes—tiny shoes clicking, laughter echoing. Remembering that moment always brings a smile.
If I had to choose one word to carry with me, it would be happy—because that’s what Natasha brought to the world, and what I’ll hold onto forever.
