Yes, I am still talking about my son.
Yes, I am still posting about him on Facebook and Twitter.
Yes, I am still feeling the emptiness and loss almost three years later as strongly as ever.
No, this does not mean that I haven’t gone on with my life.
No, this does not mean that I am stuck.
No, this does not mean that someday I will stop talking, posting, and feeling the way I do.
I will always find comfort and happiness in remembering the good and the beauty of my son.
I will always keep his memory alive by sharing on social media and elsewhere.
I will always be the mother bear who fights for her cub when he cannot.
Humor me please, despite what you think.
Humor me please, despite what you would do differently if you walked in my shoes.
Humor me please, despite your discomfort.
Because to do otherwise means another grief feeling that I must endure.
