In the quiet hum of the SICU, amidst beeping monitors and whispered prayers, there was Ashley.

When my husband was in critical condition, wrapped in wires and uncertainty, Ashley became more than just a nurse; she became family. From the first moment she walked into his room, there was a calm assurance in her voice, a gentle confidence in her hands. But more than that, there was compassion that radiated from her.

Ashley didn’t just care for his body; she cared for his spirit. She noticed every detail: the subtle change in his breathing, the blood pressure number fluctuations, in every way possible, she made sure he was taken care of. Her attentiveness was unwavering. She spoke to him, taking into consideration his concerns and needs, always treating him with dignity and respect. She never rushed. She explained every procedure and always made sure that, as a family, we were considered and taken care of.

She was the nurse who remembered the smallest details and who reminded us through her care that the medical field cares for its patients. It's difficult to describe the depth of what Ashley gives each day. Her care is not just a job, it’s a calling. Her heart, her strength, her kindness, and her love are felt long after the shift ends.

Ashley, you are a light in the darkest halls, a comfort in chaos, and a true warrior for your patients. May the Lord bless you and continue to use you as a beacon to others.