Heartbreaking beyond words (check in the first comment)

Two young sisters, Blair Harber, 13, and Brooke Harber, 11, were tragically found dead with their hands locked together after devastating flash floods swept through Texas Hill Country. The family was on a summer getaway in Casa Bonita, a gated community in Hunt, when disaster struck early Friday morning. The intense floodwaters rushed in around 3:30 a.m., catching the family off guard.

Brooke sent a final text message to her father and grandparents saying, “I love you,” just moments before the water burst through their cabin. Their parents, RJ and Annie Harber, woke to the flooding and desperately tried to reach their daughters, who were sleeping in a nearby cabin with their grandparents, Mike and Charlene Harber.

The couple broke a window to escape their own cabin, then ran to a neighbor’s house and borrowed a kayak…

Blair and Brooke were students at St. Rita’s Catholic School in Dallas, where their mother works as an instructional specialist. Both girls brought their rosary beads on the trip, reflecting their deep faith, which their family says was a core part of their lives.

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