Still Talking To You….

Still Talking To You

Some days I still reach for my phone before remembering.

Some days I still hear your voice so clearly that for a moment, my heart forgets what reality now looks like.

And some days, like today, I find myself still talking to you.

I don’t know if grief ever becomes smaller.
I think we simply learn how to carry it differently from one moment to the next.

You spent your life proving that challenges did not define you.
Despite living with 22q11 deletion syndrome and Tetralogy of Fallot, you met the world with determination, humour, stubbornness, resilience, and a strength that most people could never fully understand.

You never wanted sympathy.
You wanted life.

And you lived it.

When I look at the photograph of you standing tall on horseback, I don’t see limitations.
I see courage.
I see freedom.
I see the quiet determination that carried you through every difficult chapter of your life.

There are so many things I still want to tell you.
So many stories that still live inside my heart.

Maybe that’s what this space becomes.

A place where I can still be your mom.
A place where your life continues to matter out loud.
A place where I can still talk to you.

And somehow… I think I always will.

Love always,
Mom