He’s been gone longer than the years he was here
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Six years ago today, on November 17, my sweet Zackaël left us after a tragic accident. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of him. He was the kindest boy in the world; gentle, caring, and full of love.
Losing a child changes the way time exists. The years we had with him may be fewer than the years we now face without him, but those moments — every laugh, every touch, every glance — carry more weight than all the time that remains.
People say that time heals all wounds, but that isn’t true when it comes to the loss of a child. Time doesn’t soften it, erase it, or make it hurt less. Time simply moves forward while the love stays fixed, as powerful as the day Zackäel was here. There is no healing through time; there is only learning to live our lives where love remains, but the child I love does not.
I often wish I could go back in time and hold him again, just wrap my arms around him and never let him go. In the years after the accident, I would sometimes have a recurring dream of finally getting that last hug I never got. It was as if my mind knew how much that missing hug was needed, and kept trying to give it back to me. But each time I woke up, the pain was sharp all over again, realizing it was only a dream — and that in this new life I was living, I will never get the chance to hug him or see him.
Today, I invite you to share the post below I made on Facebook so that his memory continues to live on and so that Zackaël is never forgotten. Here’s the link to the post:
https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1BkDhYjDFJ
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