@cindysudina: I posted these words last year, and somehow, year two feels even harder. I think it's because the reality has settled in deeper. The first year was a blur of trying to understand how my world could keep moving when mine had stopped. This second year, I am realizing more and more that he is never coming home. There will be no more phone calls, no unexpected visits, no more conversations, no new memories to make with my son. And that reality hurts in ways I can't put into words. I can't run from this grief. I can't bury it, push it aside, or keep myself busy enough to escape it. It follows me because my love for him goes with me everywhere. Some days I can smile, laugh, and carry on. Other days, the smallest reminder brings me right back to the reality of losing him. And I am learning that both can exist at the same time. I don't want to forget. I don't want to move on as if he were just a chapter in my life that has closed. He is my son. He is part of me. I will carry his love, his memories, and the pride I have in the man he became for the rest of my life. I know I have to keep living, but I will never stop missing the life I was supposed to have with him in it. And through every tear, every hard day, and every moment when the weight feels too heavy, God continues to carry me. I am learning to live with his absence, but I will never stop wishing he were here. ❤️

Cindy

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Tuesday 03 November 2026 17:01:31 GMT