This is a space I created to share my journey through grief, love, and hope after losing my son. Some days, the pain feels unbearable. Some days, I feel glimpses of him around me — in memories, signs, dreams, or quiet moments that remind me he’s still here, in a way only my heart can feel.
My grief doesn’t look like anyone else’s, and that’s okay. I’ve learned that love doesn’t end when life does. It stretches across the space between heaven and here, and it’s that love that keeps me going, day after day.
Here, I write openly about the heartbreak, the longing, and the ways I try to keep my son close. I share letters to him, stories of the hope I hold onto, and reflections on the small, sacred moments that help me survive.
This blog is not just for me. It’s for anyone who has loved and lost, anyone who feels caught in that difficult, in-between place. You are not alone. You can carry your grief and still find light, still feel love, still hold hope.
Between heaven and here, we keep loving. And in that love, we keep going.