Forever Love

After going back and reading most of our older posts it urged me to reflect on how much I miss our family. I know we don’t always talk about it but grief doesn’t really go away, it changes. It softens and then other days it feels just as hard as it did the day they left us. I think missing them is proof that love never ends. Sometimes I wish we could go back — just for five minutes. Just to hear their voice again or sit in a room where nothing has changed. But since we can’t, we do the next best thing, we remember and we remember together.

I’m grateful that when the heartache is heavy, I don’t carry it alone. You have the same memories. The same inside stories and the same empty chair .

Our family may not be here, but they are stitched into who we are and into our love for each other. Maybe that’s what forever really means — not that someone never leaves, but that they are never truly gone. I’m thankful we have each other... to say their names, to keep their stories alive, to honor them. They are part of us and that means they’re still with us in the ways that matter most.

I love you more than you know.  ❤️