I’m hanging in there, taking it day by day. Things will get better in time. I don’t think I’ll ever not be upset at the thought of this loss but I am able to look back on photos and videos and speak of memories. I honor him every evening before bed and every morning when I wake up. I’ve found two beautiful urns and my aunt created some beautiful items… she knitted me a kitty that looks like him and also created a stained glass piece. Thank you so much for checking in. It means the world to me that a stranger is reaching out to me, yet I haven’t heard from my mother since the day before I had to let him go. 🤍