It has been 115 days since she last heard the sound of her son Miles’ laughter. One hundred fifteen days of a silence so heavy it presses on her chest, filling every corner of her home with the echo of his absence. Where there was once warmth, joy, and the bright sparkle of a child’s presence, there is now a void that nothing seems able to fill. His laughter, his energy, the way his smile could light up even the darkest room — all of it is gone, leaving her in a quiet world that feels unbearably cold and incomplete.

Her final words to him were simple, tender, and full of love: “It’s okay to rest.” She wished him peace, never imagining that those words would become her last farewell. Since that day, she has written to him every single day, her pen a bridge to the son she can no longer touch, her words carrying the weight of grief, longing, and a love so vast it cannot be contained. Each letter is a mixture of sorrow and devotion, of memory and hope, and with every word, she reminds herself that love does not end with death. Love lingers, patient and enduring; it waits in the quiet moments, it whispers in the stillness, it guides her through a world that feels forever changed.

Miles’ memory lives within her, a constant, gentle light that refuses to be extinguished. She remembers his small hands, the way he looked at the world with wonder, his laughter echoing in the hallways of her mind. She recalls the ordinary moments that were extraordinary because he made them so — bedtime stories, morning routines, shared jokes, hugs that felt like home. Though he is gone, these memories remain vivid, a testament to a bond that death cannot sever.

The absence of her son is unbearable, a pain that gnaws at her heart every waking moment. Yet, in the midst of this anguish, she finds comfort in the love they shared. That love is eternal, a force that cannot be erased by loss or time. It is a promise that even though he is no longer physically present, Miles’ spirit, his essence, and the love between them continue to shine brightly. Every beat of her heart carries a piece of him; every tear, every whisper of his name, keeps his memory alive.

Though the world may feel dimmer, and the days longer without him, she carries him with her in every thought, every action, every breath. In her grief, she discovers resilience; in her sorrow, she discovers the unending depth of maternal love. The connection they shared is unbroken — a bond that transcends life and death, a light that will never fade. And in that light, she finds the strength to keep going, to honor his memory, and to hold on to the truth that true love never dies, it never fades, and it always finds a way to shine, even through the darkest of times.

Miles may be gone from her arms, but he will forever live in her heart, a bright, eternal star guiding her through the shadows, reminding her that love is more powerful than grief, more enduring than time, and more infinite than life itself.