She wanted me to know that his legacy was alive. That even though he was gone, his impact continued to shape lives.
As I held that photo and read her words, something shifted. For months, I had carried grief like a shadow. But in that moment, I saw how grief and love coexist. Loss doesn’t erase someone’s impact—it magnifies it. My son’s story didn’t end in March 2019. It lived on in the young woman who refused to give up because of him. It lived on in her achievements, in the doors she dared to open, and in the confidence she carried forward.
