“What we have once enjoyed and deeply loved, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes part of us.”~ Helen Keller

This quote stopped me in my tracks this morning—it hit me deeply. It's been a long and painful road to get where I am now, and there’s still a long way to go. For so long, all I could feel was the loss of my son—like he was just… gone—and I would have to somehow find a way to exist in a world without him.

But something has shifted. I feel him with me more often now—in small moments, in quiet memories, in the laughter of my granddaughter. I know in my heart he would want to be remembered with love, not sorrow. He would want to be celebrated for the light he brought to our lives.

I carry him with me always. He’s part of me, part of his sister, and lives on in the little one who brings us so much joy. No, I haven’t lost him. I may not be able to hold him in my arms again—but I will always hold him in my heart and soul. 💛