It's been 2 years, 4 months, and a week tomorrow. Life continues to change, adapt, and mold around my grief of losing my only child. Often, I think of his laugh, his wildness, his compassion, all the things that made him so amazing, and all the things that have happened since he left. He's been sending me dragonflies and sunsets lately instead of feathers and butterflies, but then he never was one to follow the norms. I receive signs from him quite often, and I always greet them and tell him I love him. He would've been even more amazing had he been given the chance to change and grow as he wanted to. We talked a couple of days before he left, and he wanted nothing more than to improve on himself and his current situation. I will always grieve that, in addition to him.
Now, I can look at photos and videos and smile more than cry, remembering his love for life and his ability to make anyone laugh. I will forever miss my only child, but we must go on, and I will always live for him, love for him, and continue to share him with every chance I get. I miss you, sweetheart. As long as I'm living, my baby, you'll be.