For the past 106 months, I’ve marked each first of the month on Facebook with pictures of my son and a few words — a small ritual that’s become part of how I carry him forward. Each post has been a mix of reflection, remembrance, and whatever emotions that month brought with it.
Somehow it never clicked until now; that I’ve never shared those here, in this blog I started around the time he died. Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe Facebook just felt simpler — a smaller space for big feelings. And if I’m honest, I know somewhere along the way I lost my “flare” to write — or maybe just the energy for it. But now, 107 months in, it feels right to bring those words home.
Moving forward, I have every intention to add these reflections here each month. Some may be short, others longer — depending on where I am emotionally at the time — but all will be heartfelt and honest. These posts have always been my way of staying connected to him, sharing him, never forgetting him, and now they’ll have a place to stay connected to each other, too.
107 months into your precious life … 107 months gone today …
The season has started—the one that echoes your final presence with us.
Fall has settled. Your birthday has passed.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are on their way…
And then comes the in-between.
The in-between those last holidays,
when you just couldn’t hold on any longer.
It hurts. The struggles never cease.
But you visited me not too long ago—
an actual visit.
I haven’t felt that since shortly after you spread your wings
to fight for God’s army.
“I love you mumma,” you said at age 3—clear and loud.
I love you too, Morgan. So very much.
MoM ~ Mother of a Marine
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