Laura Chavez :
The hardest decision I have ever had to make was the day we were sitting with the funeral director, making arrangements for my son. I remember walking away for a moment, and for some reason, a thought came to my heart: Jesus was buried.
I turned around, went back, sat down, and said, “Let’s have a traditional funeral. Let’s bury him.”
And since that day, 2 years, 1 month, and 20 days ago, I have visited the cemetery almost every day. I pray the Rosary, I talk to him, and I play his favorite music. I know that his body rests there, but I also know that his soul is in Heaven. I know he is with God, and I know he is with me wherever I go.
Yes, a part of me died with him that night. But I will carry him in my heart for the rest of my life, just as I carried him in my womb. A mother’s love does not end when her child leaves this world—it simply learns how to carry them in a different way.
I will continue to visit him, pray for him, remember him, and love him until the day God calls me home and we are together again.
Sending hugs, love, and prayers to every mom who has lost a child. You are not alone. 🙏🏼❤️
2026-09-17 05:49:11