Levi Wright, the young son of rodeo star Spencer Wright, has tragically passed away.

The three-year-old succumbed to a traumatic brain injury sustained from a near-drowning incident on May 21.

Levi was driving a tractor toy and fell into a river. He was rushed to the Salt Lake City hospital where he was hospitalized. Local law enforcement located Levi unconscious around a mile downstream.

Levi was initially declared brain dead and was not expected to survive, but he still showed signs of improvement.

“LEVI WOKE UP! I am shook, we don’t know much but the doctor said it was okay for me to get excited about that and I AM! My baby is so tough!” his mother Kallie Wright posted on Facebook.

Sadly, the results of the MRI done the following day “weren’t good.”

“We’re shattered but it is just images that suggest a certain quality of life. Our real teller of all will be what Levi does over the course of a few days,” Kallie shared.

His fight continued as family and friends prayed for his recovery.

Unfortunately, the family was forced to make a heartbreaking decision.

“After several sleepless nights, lots of research, multiple conversations with the world’s best neurologists & millions of prayers we are here in the face of our biggest fear,” she wrote. “Levi showed us just enough to buy us time for all of this. We prayed those things were him defying odds & proving to us that he wanted to stay here but we see now he wanted to give us time to find peace with letting him go.”

Following a number of scans and tests, as well as consultations with the medical personnel, the family decided to take Levi off life support.

The news of Levi’s tragic passing was confirmed by Mindy Sue Clark, a friend of the family.

“I cannot even begin to explain how hard the last two weeks have been. From the moment my phone rang the night of his accident, to last night receiving the message that he had to go. I don’t want to focus on the bad or sad, even though it feels like someone ripped my heart out and squeezed it right in front of me. I want to focus on the many miracles we all got to bear witness to in those 12 days.

“The most perfect three year old there ever was. So perfect we didn’t get to keep him. This baby boy moved mountains the last 12 days. He brought so many people together. In a world so dark, we got to see light at the hands of a child. He’s everything his mom and dad could’ve wanted him to be.”

We are so very sorry for this devastating loss. Rest in peace, Levi.

My Cousin Brags about Her ‘Achievements’ Despite Owing Me $5,000 – I Thought About Taking Action, but Karma Took Care of It for Me

When my cousin crashed our rental car, leaving me with a $5,000 bill, I spent months trying to get her to pay me back. Just as I gave up, I saw her flaunting her ‘success’ on social media and discovered I wasn’t the only one she owed. Karma caught up to her, and I got a front-row seat!

It’s been a year since that disastrous West Coast holiday, and I still feel the sting of that $5,000 debt. My cousin Debra, who’s supposed to be an accountant, racked up a huge damage charge on our rental car and then had the audacity to act like it wasn’t her problem.

It was under my name, so guess who got stuck with the bill? That’s right, me. Lisa, the ever-reliable project manager from Boston. I swear, some days I think my middle name should be “Doormat.”

I remember that holiday like it was yesterday. Seven of us cousins decided to get together for some “family bonding” out on the West Coast.

Debra was there, of course, with her charismatic charm and reckless attitude. One evening, she decided it would be a fantastic idea to drive the rental car down a narrow, winding coastal road at night.

The air was crisp, the moonlight casting eerie shadows as she sped along the road, ignoring my pleas to slow down.

“Come on, Lisa, live a little!” Debra laughed, her voice filled with reckless glee.

She cranked up the music and took another swig from her bottle. I clutched the seat, my knuckles white.

“Debra, please, you’re going too fast!” I yelled, my heart pounding.

She just laughed harder, taking a sharp turn way too quickly. My heart stopped as the car skidded toward the edge, tires screeching.

I thought we were all going to die that night, but the guardrail saved us. The impact when we slammed into it was jarring, leaving us all stunned and the car a complete wreck.

The holiday mood? Completely ruined.

When the rental company slapped a $5,000 damage charge on the car, Debra just shrugged.

“We’re family,” she said with a flippant wave of her hand. “We should all pitch in.”

The other cousins mumbled vague agreements.

“Maybe we can split it evenly,” suggested Jimmy, the peacemaker of the group.

“Split it? Are you kidding? I wasn’t even in the car,” retorted Martha, crossing her arms.

“I can’t afford that right now,” mumbled Jake, avoiding eye contact.