Losing my son, Marquay, broke my world in ways words can’t fully hold.

There are days the grief feels too heavy to carry — a silence where his laughter used to be, an ache that never truly leaves.  But even in the deepest pain, I refuse to let it consume me.

Because his love is still here.
It lives in my heartbeat.
It rises with me when I don’t think I can stand.

Healing hasn’t been a single moment of strength.
It’s come in quiet breaths.
In whispered prayers.
In choosing — again and again — to keep going.

Some days that choice is the bravest thing I do.

Every step forward, no matter how small, is for him.
For the joy he brought.
For the light he left behind.
For a love that didn’t end — it just changed form.

And a love like his… deserves the fight.