Carrying Love Forward

There comes a point when the question changes from why did this happen? to how do I keep going?

For me, the answer came quietly: by carrying his love forward. I began to realize that though my son’s life ended, his impact didn’t have to. The lessons, the laughter, even the heartbreak—all of it became part of who I was becoming.

Grief changes us, but it also invites us to give meaning to what we’ve endured. Some people start foundations, others volunteer, write, or simply offer a listening ear. There’s no right way—only your way.

Carrying love forward isn’t about fixing the pain; it’s about refusing to let love end where a heartbeat stopped. It’s planting kindness in the places where sorrow once lived.

When we do that—when we use our story to help another parent feel less alone—we honor our children in the most powerful way possible.

Love doesn’t die. It just asks us to find new ways to express it.