โIโve also heard people say, "It will be ok" Itโs a phrase meant to comfort, but grief isn't a competition. Someone elseโs tragedy doesn't make my brotherโs absence any less quiet or my heart any less heavy. Pain isnโt a leaderboard; Iโm allowed to hurt for the life you should still be living, and for the future you were supposed to have with Ezra, Noah, Mishja and Rianne
โThrough it all, I look at the group of friends and family you hadโthe ones who stood by you through every moment of your fight. They weren't just there for the good times; they were a fortress during your illness. Seeing their loyalty is a testament to the person you were. You drew people in with a strength that didn't need to be loud to be felt.
โI know what youโd say if you were here. You never wanted us to be stuck in the gray. You fought so hard, yet your biggest wish was for everyone else to keep finding the color in life. You wanted us to enjoy our lives, to laugh until it hurts, and to live twice as hard to make up for the time you were denied.
โAs you look down from above, I know you see Rianne and your sons. I hope you see the strength they carry and the way they honor your name every single day. They are your greatest legacy, and I know you are looking at them with so much love, knowing deep down that they will continue to make you proud.
โSo, Iโm trying. For you. Iโm learning to live with the hole in my heart, leaning on the friends and family who loved you, and trying to find the joy you always wanted for us.
โI miss you every single day.
