My journey through losing my son. 

People often ask how I get through the days.

The truth is, I write.

I write when I miss him, I write when I am angry, I write when I am grateful.  I write when I am overwhelmed by memories and when I am terrified of forgetting them.  I write because there are some things that cannot be spoken out loud.

 Some feelings are too big.

 Some losses are too deep.

 Some love stories never truly end.

 The writings in this section were never intended to become a book, a website, or a collection of stories. Most were simply words written in the middle of sleepless nights, on difficult days, or in moments when my heart needed somewhere to place the weight it was carrying.

Together, they tell a story. Not just Austin's story. But the story of loving him. The story of losing him.  The story of trying to find my way through a world that continues to move forward while part of me remains behind.

These pages are raw, honest, and sometimes difficult to read.

They are my thoughts, my memories, my grief, my faith, my questions, and my love for my son.

This is Austin's story through a mother's eyes.