“I know I don’t talk about it much but I miss Keith every single day” ( a text I woke up to 2 days ago.)

“on the way back from the track meet I remembered how Keith encouraged me to do sports, I wonder if he is proud of me right now” ( after Alex placed 1st in shot put. He was crying on the bus on the way back to school )

“I look back at old pictures from when Keith was in high school and wish I could talk to him about his experiences” (Alex knowing he will be going into his freshman year)

“You know I don’t get on Facebook much mom but I clicked on Keith’s profile and saw so many years of his life. I saw all the posts you make in his memory, Thank you for doing that, he deserves to be remembered”

Looking through the eyes of my youngest 14 year old son who had to see his older brother in a casket, had to deal with people at school still questioning why he was STILL wearing a mask.

Covid has not only stole the life my son but it took a brother away from 5 siblings who love and miss him so much.

I came across this yesterday and shared it with my family:

“Whenever I feel my grief, I will try to remember that I am also feeling my love.
I will honor the grief and give thanks for the love”
Dr. Alan D. Wolfelt