Forever Bentley: A Mother's Journey Through Grief

Hey Bentley,

The last few days have been pretty. I’ve been visiting your grave several times this week, and each time I find a calm that helps me carry on. Every visit is a tender reminder of the deep love we shared and the memories that continue to bring me comfort.

Sitting there, with the soft rustling of leaves and the peaceful hum of nature, I feel your presence in every gentle breeze. It’s as if the world slows down just for us, for just a moment, giving me the space to remember your smile, your kind eyes, and the moments that made every day brighter. I speak to you softly, telling you about my day—about the small victories and the struggles—knowing that in these quiet moments, you are there, listening and comforting me in the silence.

But as night falls, everything grows harder. Lying in bed, sleep evades me, and the quiet of the night only deepens the ache of missing you. In the darkness, I long to be with you, to feel your presence and hear your laughter once more. The nights remind me just how much I miss you and how empty the space feels without you here.

Your spirit continues to light up my world. Each visit is a gentle conversation, a time for both reflection and gratitude. I am thankful for every moment we spent together, for the unconditional love you always shared, and for the way you made every day feel so precious.

I want you to know that I love you, Bentley. I always will.

Love,

Mommy