03/24/2025
5 years ago today I had the worst day of my life. 7 years ago this month, the nightmare started. Every year my body feels raw and even numb at times in March. Every cell of my body aches for the loss of Max. We’re supposed to be raising our children, not burying them.
I think of Max every day. Every day he is missed and I wonder how it would feel to hug him again. What would an 8 year old Max look and sound like?
We all feel the loss the size of a hole, that sucks us in at times. Cole misses his best friend that he would play with all day. He’s always wondering what they would do together. I always think of what wouldn’t they do together. They had the brotherly bond that I’ve never seen growing up. They truly were best friends.
We talk to Lennox all of the time about Max. I’m not sure what he can understand even though he is so incredibly smart. He knows Max is his brother, but sometimes he thinks pictures of Max are him. So does my iPhone. It’s constantly making videos of “Max” living past 2020, and it’s Lennox. I know to share this love, I have to share the pain.
It’s been 5 years and it doesn’t hurt any less. Time doesn’t heal all wounds, some loss is too great. March is a month of lingering headaches and feeling the electricity of every cell in my body.
I’ll never forget the series of events that happened that day. Or how fast it spiraled from having months of promised time to minutes. Of being completely out of control of my body when I had to say goodbye. There was no warmth left in your body and I knew our time together here had ran out. Everyone’s prayers fell on deaf ears.
I will always proudly say I have 3 children and will talk about you to anyone who will listen.
I love you Maxwell 💔