My Sweet Boy
My sweet Isaiah… From the moment I first held you, I knew my life had changed forever. You were my boy, my heart, my constant reminder that love can be loud and gentle at the same time. Losing you is a pain I carry in every breath, a weight that never truly lifts, but I carry it because it’s tied to you — and I will always carry you. You filled our world with music, laughter, stubborn strength, and that soft side you tried so hard to hide. You had a way of walking into a room and shifting the whole energy without saying a word. You were light, even on your darkest days. I miss the everyday things the most — your voice, your hugs, your jokes, the way you could make me smile even when I didn’t want to. I miss the future you should still be living. I miss the pieces of myself that left with you. But your love didn’t disappear. It lives in the stories we tell, the memories that hit out of nowhere, the pictures I hold onto like lifelines. It lives in the way I keep going, even when it hurts, because you deserve to be remembered with truth and love. Isaiah, my boy… You are forever mine. Forever loved. Forever missed. Forever here, in the deepest part of me
