She learned to live with scars instead of answers.
To walk forward without understanding everything.
To trust that love is never wasted—even when it doesn’t stay.

Years later, she would still think of her son when she saw newborns. Still feel the ache. But it no longer destroyed her.

Because she understood one sacred truth:

Some losses don’t end your life.
They change the way you live it.

And every night, before sleep, she would place her hand over her heart and whisper:

“Thank You for carrying him…
when I couldn’t.”

Amen.