Hey there, my dear friend! I just had to share the journey I've been on this past year. It's been a rollercoaster of emotions since my sweetest boy left us. Every day, I feel his spirit, as bright and warm as the sun, guiding me on this path I never quite saw before.

You know, he always had this incredible way of seeing things I couldn't see. It's like he was meant to show me the true purpose of it all—our place and plans and, oh, where our souls belong. He always teased me for being fast while he was slow, insisting he'd light the way. And now, in some surreal and magical way, he really is.

Even though time feels like it's dragging its feet here, I take comfort in knowing that he's in a place where clocks don't even tick. But, not gonna lie, I still have moments where I just break down and cry out to God, longing to be where he is.

Sometimes I feel like I hear him, in the wind, whispering that he's been right here all along, cheering me on with that fearless spirit of his. I carry on with the courage and strength he taught me—he truly lived every single day to the fullest.

Now, I treasure every memory, holding them close until it's my time to join him. My son was not just my child but also my best teacher and truest friend. His life, his legacy, it's all woven into the fabric of who I am today.