Forever Bentley: A Mother's Journey Through Grief

Bentley was so much more than my son—he was my heart walking around outside of me, full of laughter, love, and the purest joy. Every single day with him was a gift, and though my arms ache to hold him, my heart is forever wrapped in the warmth of his love.

From the moment he came into my life, Bentley had a way of making everything brighter. His smile could light up a room, and his giggle—oh, that giggle—was the kind that made the whole world stop just to soak it in. He had a sweetness about him that was impossible to ignore, always ready to snuggle up, rest his little head against me, and remind me that love like his was the greatest thing in the world.

Bentley gave the kind of hugs that made you forget every worry. He would wrap his tiny arms around my neck and squeeze so tight, like he never wanted to let go—and I never wanted him to, either. And his kisses? The best little baby kisses, sometimes sloppy, sometimes perfectly placed, but always filled with love.

Bentley was a ball of energy, always curious, always ready for the next adventure. He loved anything with wheels—cars, trucks, and especially anything that made noise. Watching his little hands zoom his toys around the room, making all the sound effects, brought me so much joy. He had this way of making even the simplest moments feel magical, whether it was splashing in the bath, chasing bubbles, or giggling at his own silly antics.

Bentley may not be physically here, but his love is everywhere. I feel it in the sun that warms my skin, in the gentle breeze that brushes past me, and in the memories that will never fade. He taught me what it means to love without limits, to cherish every second, and to find joy in the little things.

My sweet Bentley, you were—and always will be—my greatest blessing.