Today, I write with trembling hands — not as a wife alone, but as a woman balancing grief and hope in the same breath 🙏.
Juan — my husband, my love, my hero — was hurt doing what he has always done: running toward danger so others could run away 👨‍🚒❤️.

He left home with that familiar smile and a gentle promise, “I’ll be back soon.”
Now he lies in a hospital bed 🏥, intubated and unconscious, fighting silently — bravely — in a battle none of us expected 🤍.

🥹 All I can do is hold his hand, feel the warmth that’s still there, and whisper the only words my heart knows:
“Please come back. Please keep fighting.”

✨🙏 If you’re reading this, I ask from the deepest place in my soul — send a prayer, a kind thought, a spark of strength his way.
Juan has carried the flame for so many lives 🔥.
Now, together, let’s carry it for him — with love, faith, and unwavering hope 💖🤍.