To the Moon and Back 💙
On October 2, 2021, our lives changed forever. That night, we lost our son, Noah, in a tragic car accident. He was only 22 years old, and the pain of losing him is something I carry with me every single day. My heart has never been the same. Noah was full of life. He lived every day as if it were his last — a lesson I think we could all learn from. He didn’t just exist, he truly lived. His laugh was contagious, the kind that filled a room and made everyone around him feel lighter. He made friends everywhere he went, because he had a way of making people feel seen, valued, and welcome. He had the kindest heart. Noah would do anything for anyone, no matter who you were. He loved deeply and without hesitation. He loved his mama, and he loved his brother with his whole heart. My boys have always been my entire world. Being Noah’s mom was one of the greatest blessings of my life. Noah had a way of touching hearts wherever he went. His presence brought warmth, laughter, and love. Even in his short 22 years, he left an imprint that will last forever. That’s who he was — someone who made the world better just by being in it. There is not a day that goes by that I don’t miss him. Losing him has shattered me, but loving him has also shaped me. I carry his love, his laughter, and his spirit with me every single day. Though his time here was far too short, the love he gave and the lives he touched will never fade. I am forever proud to be Noah’s mom. I will love him for the rest of my life, and I will carry him in my heart until the day I see him again.
