“Cradling His Brother as Flames Consumed Everything Else.”

But also about love.
The kind that does not run.
The kind that stays.

William Brice should be remembered for his smile.
For his childhood.
For the years he did not get.

But he will also be remembered for courage beyond his age.
For a moment that defined him.
For holding his brother until the end.

His family carries grief heavier than words.
But also pride they never expected.
A complicated legacy.

Fire took much that night.
But it did not take the truth of who William was.
A protector.

Some heroes wear uniforms.
Some are six years old.
And some never get to grow up.

The house will be rebuilt or demolished.
Time will move forward.
But memory will not fade.

Two small beds are empty now.
Two names are spoken with reverence.
Two lives are mourned.

And one story remains.
Of a boy who chose love over fear.
And held his brother until there was nothing left to give.

William Brice did not survive the fire.
But his courage did.
And it always will.