Heavy of heart

The one year mark of our son's homegoing was this last Sunday. We had a remembrance event and it was a wonderful, wonderful turnout of amazing, supportive friends. But since then, I've had such a heavy heart. I miss my son. It's been one year since he died, but it feels more like four. Yet I've read/heard comments from others about how fast the year went. Well, I can tell you it didn't for me/us. Just one day with grief is endless. I am trying to remember the TRUTH. The truth is, my son is ALIVE in Heaven. And we are now one year closer to seeing him again.