Although their home and belongings were gone, the support that followed was immediate and profound. A GoFundMe campaign raised more than $105,000 to help the family rebuild from scratch. Neighbors and strangers stepped in with meals, clothing, diapers, and other essentials, easing the weight of uncertainty the couple carried. Every act of kindness reminded them they weren’t alone.
Aramis later reflected that they had experienced both the force of nature and the power of human compassion. Despite the emotional toll, the family remains hopeful as they plan their future. They hold fast to gratitude—for their children’s safety, for each other, and for the people who lifted them up when they needed it most. Their journey has become a testament to resilience, unity, and the healing strength of community support.
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