03/17/2026
I'm coming up fast on the 9 year mark that my son, Logan left this earth.
So often I ask, "Where has the time gone?"
Life keeps moving forward, in moments, days, weeks, months, and years.
All without my precious son.
Time slips through my fingers like sand.
A blur.
Yet somehow, I'm still here.
Living this life without him.
Doing my best to carry on with a broken heart.
Any mother who has suffered child loss will tell you.
Time doesn't really heal all wounds.
It's a deep scar that even when well-tended to,
Will occasionally break open.
But if we patiently work through the sorrow and devastation that losing a child brings,
We can come to a place where we are not swallowed up by the pain.
A dull ache replaces the sharpness.
It's a constant but not a debilitating handicap.
This hole in our hearts and lives will always be
A reminder that we have loved and lost.
But you can live despite it.
If you are not at this place in your grief yet, it's okay.
Remind yourself to be patient.
God is at work.
Small bite, by small bite,
Time will digest the sorrow.
