05/26/2026
It’s weird. He isn’t buried in a cemetery or in an urn on my shelf. He just isn’t here. He is still living, experiencing life, growing & changing. Just not where I can see. This type of grief doesn’t make sense. It’s unlike any other. Only those that have loved and lost a foster child will understand it. And that’s why we need to lean on each other, support one another, and grieve together.