That moment gave me something I’ll carry forever: the understanding that grief may never disappear, but neither does love. Love endures—not just in memory, but in the tangible ways it shapes the people we leave behind. My son lived a life that mattered—not because of titles or wealth, but because he chose to invest in others. His quiet encouragement, his belief in someone else’s potential—that was his legacy.
I think often of that young woman. I imagine my son’s voice in her moments of doubt, how his words might have replayed like a lifeline. Her courage to reach out gave me one of the greatest gifts I’ve ever received: proof that my son’s love still lives in this world.Continue reading…
