On March 10, 2016, at just 23 years old, Colt lost his battle with acute myeloid leukemia. Ten years have passed, yet there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think of him. Time has moved forward, but the love I have for him remains just as strong as it was the day he was born.
Colt was more than the illness that took him. He was laughter, warmth, personality, and a light that touched the people around him. He was my heart, and a part of me that will always exist in this world through the memories he left behind.
Grief never truly disappears; it simply changes shape over time. Some days it feels heavy, and other days it comes as a quiet ache when a memory surfaces. But alongside that grief is gratitude — gratitude that I was chosen to be Colt’s mom for the 23 years we shared.
Ten years later, I still carry him with me in everything I do. His name is spoken, his life is remembered, and his love continues to live on in my heart.
Forever 23.
Forever my son.
Forever loved.
Forever missed.
Remembering Colt today, tomorrow and always. ❤️
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