Stroller Man

Today marks a somber anniversary for me. January 9, 2024, will forever be etched in my memory as the day my son embarked on his journey to the eternal light. It is hard to believe that he would have been a vibrant, sixteen-year-old teenager had he still been with us. I can only imagine the things he would have accomplished, the dreams he would have chased, and the person he would have become.

I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. He was a beautiful baby with bright eyes and a head full of hair. As he grew older, his personality began to shine through. He was a curious child, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved to laugh and play, and his smile could light up a room.

But fate had other plans for my son. He was taken from me far too soon, just three short years after he was born. The pain of his loss is something that I carry with me every day. It is a constant ache in my heart that never fades, no matter how much time passes.

I often wonder what my son would be like if he were still here. Would he be tall and lanky like his father, or would he have inherited his mother's petite frame? Would he have excelled in sports, or would he have been more of an academic? Would he have had a girlfriend, or would he have been content to focus on his studies?

These are questions that will never be answered, but I find comfort in thinking about them nonetheless. It reminds me that my son's memory lives on, even though he is no longer here with us. He may have only been on this earth for a short time, but he left an indelible mark on my heart that will never be erased.

As I think back on my son's life, I am reminded of the importance of cherishing every moment we have with our loved ones. Life is precious, and we never know when our time on this earth will come to an end. It is up to us to make the most of the time we have and to hold those we love close. My son may be gone, but his memory will never be forgotten.