I miss him every day. The quiet he left behind is deafening. Grief arrives without warning, tightening around my chest until I can barely breathe.
But beneath the sorrow, there is something steady and unshakable.
Pride.
My son lived with empathy, wisdom, and grace. And he carried those qualities with him to his final breath.
No illness could take that from him.
And no loss can take that from me.
