Remembering Greyson Thomas DeVito: A Love That Endures 🕊💛.1306

October arrives with a quiet ache. The days grow shorter, the air tinged with the soft melancholy of fading light, and in the heart of one mother, it carries memories that will never fade. It is a month threaded with names spoken in whispers, candles flickering with remembrance, and a longing that time cannot soften. Among these memories lives Greyson Thomas DeVito — her Baby Bean, the little boy whose life, though brief, left a mark so deep that no passage of years could ever diminish it.

She remembers him vividly. The golden hair that caught the sunlight like strands of warmth, the ocean-deep eyes that seemed to hold the world in their gaze, and the tiny hands that once curled around her thumb with perfect trust. In those moments, she felt complete, cradling a life so small yet infinitely precious, a soul that brought pure joy into her days.

Greyson had a curious spirit and a tender heart. He cherished simple pleasures — the sound of Nana’s laughter, the sweetness of ripe pears on his tongue, and the soft comfort of drifting to sleep to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. Every giggle, every sigh, every fleeting smile painted a portrait of innocence, a fleeting world of perfection where love was constant and unshakable.

Then came the day that no parent could prepare for. One gentle day, the heartbeat she held close in her arms was not his. The reality of loss crashed in like a wave she could not withstand. It was a grief so profound, so silent and unrelenting, that it reshaped the contours of her life. And yet, even in the shadow of this heartbreak, she continues to whisper his name to the morning sun, hoping that somewhere, in some quiet space, he can hear her.

Loss did not erase Greyson’s presence. She feels him in the songs that stir her soul, in the warmth of the sun on her skin, in the quiet pauses of a world that seems to hold its breath. In every gentle breeze and in the stillness just before the rain falls, he is there — not as a shadow, but as a living thread woven through her heart, a reminder that love cannot vanish, that it endures in every memory, every heartbeat, every corner of her being.

Though his time on earth was tragically brief, Greyson’s impact is eternal. He taught lessons no words could fully capture: how love can be fierce even in absence, how grief can coexist with joy, and how the bonds of family, of heart and soul, are unbreakable. The smallest of lives often carry the largest weight in the hearts of those who love them, and Greyson was a beacon of that truth, shining with a brilliance that will never fade.

Every photograph, every whispered story, every tear and laugh shared in his memory holds power. These remnants of him are not empty—they are proof that a life, however short, can leave echoes that ripple through eternity. She carries him not just in remembrance, but in every act of love she extends, in every gentle word she speaks, in every moment she holds dear. Greyson lives on in these enduring fragments of life, his spirit woven into the tapestry of the world around her.

Love, she has learned, is not bound by time. It transcends the fragile limitations of life, surviving even when the person we hold dearest is no longer physically present. Greyson’s love remains a guiding light, a quiet strength, a solace amid sorrow. It is present in the laughter of children, in songs that bring tears and smiles, in the still moments when one feels a presence that cannot be explained, only felt.

Though October brings its ache, it also carries remembrance, honor, and gratitude. Each candle lit, each name spoken, is a tribute not to the brevity of a life, but to its significance. Greyson Thomas DeVito, her Baby Bean, may no longer be held in arms, but he is held forever in heart. His story is one of love unbroken, of a bond that survives beyond sight and touch, of a presence that continues to shape the days and years of those who carry him.

In every whisper, every memory, every soft breath of wind, Greyson’s spirit endures. Love does not fade. It lives — in all that he was, all that he is, and all that will forever remain in the hearts of those who loved him.

The Rhino and the Zebra — How Two Orphans Found Family in Each Other’s Hearts.73

In the quiet hours of dawn, rescuers stumbled upon a sight both heartbreaking and miraculous — a newborn rhino calf, just hours old, standing unsteadily on trembling legs. Her skin was still soft and pink, her eyes wide with confusion. She had been found alone, no mother in sight, her cries echoing across the reserve.

They named her Daisy.

She was so young she still carried the folds of birth, her umbilical cord not yet dried. Weak and frightened, Daisy could barely lift her head. The team rushed her to intensive care at

Care for Wild Rhino Sanctuary, wrapping her in blankets and working tirelessly through the night. She received fluids, warmth, and the gentle hum of human voices promising she was safe.

But even with all the care in the world, Daisy was missing something no medicine could replace — the comfort of companionship.

Rhino calves are deeply bonded to their mothers. They rely on touch, warmth, and the heartbeat beside them to survive. Daisy would often cry softly in the night, searching for a presence that wasn’t there. The rescuers knew she needed more than medical attention; she needed love.

Then, as if the universe had been listening, another rescue arrived.

After a violent storm, a zebra foal had been found barely alive — soaked, shivering, and orphaned. She was fragile but fierce, a tiny spark of life refusing to fade. They named her

Modjadji, meaning “rain queen.”

When the team introduced the two babies, something extraordinary began to unfold.

At first, Daisy stood still, her heavy head tilted curiously toward the striped newcomer. Modjadji, smaller and quicker, approached carefully, her nose twitching as she sniffed the rhino’s face. For a moment, they simply looked at each other — two lost souls, both searching for warmth in a world that had taken too much, too soon.

Then, Modjadji took a step closer. Daisy didn’t move away. She exhaled softly, a low rumble deep in her chest — a sound of calm, of acceptance. From that moment on, they were no longer alone.

Each day that followed was a lesson in healing.

Modjadji would nuzzle Daisy’s side as she drank her milk. Daisy, still unsteady, would lean gently against her new friend for balance. When one slept, the other stood guard. When Daisy cried, Modjadji would brush her nose against the rhino’s face until the cries faded into quiet breathing.

The staff watched in awe as the two orphans became inseparable. Their friendship wasn’t just adorable — it was life-saving. Daisy began eating more, moving more, and responding to caretakers with renewed strength. Modjadji, too, grew healthier and more confident, following her enormous best friend everywhere she went.

By day, they played — running clumsily through the soft grass, bumping into each other, kicking up dust in joyful bursts. By night, they curled up close together, the zebra’s head resting against Daisy’s thick skin, their heartbeats steady and synchronized.

In their bond, the caretakers saw something profoundly human: the way love finds its way through loss, the way hope blooms even in the ashes of grief.

Months passed, and the two little miracles continued to thrive. Daisy’s once-frail frame grew strong and solid; Modjadji’s coat shone bright with health. They were no longer the frightened orphans they once were. They were survivors — bound not by species, but by shared strength.

One day, both will return to the wild — Daisy to roam the savannah as a proud white rhino, Modjadji to join a herd of her own beneath the African sun. Their paths may part, but the love that saved them will remain etched in their spirits forever.

For now, they still sleep side by side — the rhino and the zebra — breathing softly, living proof that family is not always something you’re born into. Sometimes, it’s something you find.

Because sometimes, the family you choose is the one that saves you.