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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

*This story of Miguel, has been so lovingly and bravely shared by his mother Mia with the Butterfly Run community. Photo Credit to Annie...

*January 24 of this year marks six years since Alisha became a mother to her son Amari. She has graciously shared the heartbreaking story...

This man right here, is a parent, a dad - whose son died. Our experience with grief has been different, but it's still grief. He did not...

To my child on his birthday. It's been 5 years since you were born. Not a day goes by that I don't think about you. Today, a blue jay...

*Kimberly Lockhart is the Co-Chair of the Vancouver Butterfly Run. In this post she shares with us how the run has grown over the past...