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My sweet Sylas 🤍, 2026 is here, and I’m not ready. I’m not ready to leave you in 2025. You came into 2024 and we welcomed 2025 together. We took this picture right at midnight. You stayed with us into mid January, long enough to wrap our hearts in your love. And now the thought of stepping into a year that doesn’t have you in it feels unbearable. It feels wrong. It feels scary. It feels empty. I don’t want to let go of you. I don’t think I ever will. I love seeing your name

I have been a student of grief for over 50 years. On a personal level, it began at my mother’s death when I was 21 years old, with...