Four Months of Grief

It's been four months to the day since we lost you 💔. You left behind dreams, places you wanted to see, and so much love you still had to give.

The first days and weeks without you were brutal. Understanding that you were really gone was a battle, and your absence felt like a weight we couldn't shake off. We got through those early days by being there for each other.

Four months in, and it doesn't get easier - we're just better at carrying the grief. Tears come, our hearts ache, but maybe not as often or as sharply. Our love for you hasn't faded; it's deeper, if anything.

Keeping your memory alive has become a way to cope – talking about you, reminiscing over photos, making your delicious, and innovative recipes. We've gone through Christmas, New Year's, birthdays, name days, and even Valentine's Day carrying you with us in what we do, making sure you're still part of our lives.

I've been keeping memories of you, turning them into something I can see and touch. They're like anchors of my love for you, each piece solidifying a part of what I feel for you. My relationship with you has entered a new phase as it continues to grow and teach me about love. You believed there is always room for more love, no matter what.

I don't know what the next four months will bring. Grief doesn't follow a straight line. But I've got your parents with me, and in some way, I still have you. 💜