It’s my son’s birthday today, but I can’t wish him happy birthday because he passed away suddenly 12 years ago, on Jan. 18, of a rare heart condition called Arrhythmogenic Right Ventricular Dysplasia (AVRD). If he was with us today he would be turning 30 years old.
I miss him, sometimes painfully, and I think of him most days. The hollowness in my heart never goes away but it has lessened over time. Knowing I will meet him again sometime eases my loss.
Another thing that helps to mitigate the hurt is partially filling the void with another love. It can never replace my heart’s previous tenant but will moderate the loss. It will take the edge off, it’ll provide some relief from the angst that comes from losing someone. I’ll never forget my son, but having a grandson to love now allows me to use that love instead of letting it wilt inside me.
You will never get over the loss of someone you love, particularly your child. They are your hopes and dreams, they are the future. When they is gone so go those thoughts.
I had so hoped to write something fitting and appropriate today, a means to capture his memory and pay proper tribute, but the words escape me. It will have to be enough to say Happy Birthday, and I love you!