A Letter to Bryson: The Legacy of a Confidant
My Dearest Son, Bryson,
You are not just a chapter in my past; you are one of the main, ongoing characters in my everyday story.
The truth is, I had to take over the pen—the one that was once shared with someone else who stained our pages without an eraser. I took that very pen, handed the paper, ink stains and all, over to God. I did this because the story must continue, and it must end well.
Mom is hurting. I am processing. I am facing all truths, son, and in God, my story shall end well. Your life lived on this earth was truly not in vain.
The Undeniable Representation
The love I have for you is, and always will be, undeniable and represented in the structure of my life.
You were a protector. You were a thinker. You were talented in so many ways. But what you were truly best at was listening to others and extending hope. This is something that we both had in common.
And so, my commitment to your legacy begins now.
The Commitment: Grieve Loud!
I will work hard at processing while grieving, and I will extend that same enduring hope to those who grieve in silence, just as I once did.
The Grieve Loud Collective exists not because you are gone, but because of the incredible space you filled, and the structure that your absence now demands. Your legacy is not history; it is the active, powerful structure built on the foundation of your love.
Son, I miss you. Mom misses you so much.
May the lives I connect with be a testament to your spirit, and may every voice that is finally heard be a part of your undeniable legacy.
With all my love, forever,
Mom