Published by Shelley Cartwright Metje · June 28 · 

My dearest Corey,

One month from today will mark 6 years since you died.

So much has changed since you left us. Your brothers are both adults. They have lives of their own.

There are no more days of laughter echoing inside these walls. No boys rough housing… no more nightly kisses and hugs.

They say that losing your child will get easier with time…

“They” are wrong.

Here I am just one month shy of the 6th year since you were stolen from me… crying as I lay here trying to sleep.

I won’t lie to others and tell them the same fairy tale. The only things that keep me going are your brothers, sister, niece and nephews, and Bob. Don’t get me wrong, there are many more I love, and they add joy to my life. But there is nothing more motivating than your own family.

And I have a purpose. It’s not anything I’d have chosen, but now it is as much me as I am of it…

My purpose in life is to love all surviving victims of homicide unconditionally… no matter what.

It is to hold those who allow me to, and pray for the ones that won’t.

It is to honor you and my family by continuing to get up every morning to fight this battle.

I love you more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.

Momma