12/23/2025

A grieving mother’s heart carries a special kind of ache when her son is taken at just 25. I will never get to see him marry a girl who truly adores him, the way he deserves to be loved. I will never see him become a father or watch his face soften as he falls in love with his own children.

I will never watch him teach them how to fish, patiently tying hooks and telling stories about the biggest fish he caught with his brother. I will never see his brown hair turn gray or hear him talk about the years passing too fast. I will never see him take his family camping, laughing as he tells his children about the trips we took together, about the memories that shaped him. 

All the moments that were supposed to come—gone before they ever had a chance to exist. His life ended, but my motherhood did not. I grieve not only the son I lost, but the man, the husband, the father he was meant to be. My heart will forever ache for the future that was stolen from him, and from me.