All I ever wanted was to be a mom. Even though Chase is in Heaven, I am still his mom, and I will always be his mom.
As a mother who has lost a child, one would think that yet another Mother’s Day would bring great sadness. But for me, this isn’t the case. I will always find a way to be happy on Mother’s Day because that is how I choose to live my life. I am grateful for all that I am and all that I have. I was truly blessed with three happy, healthy children, a supportive husband and a lovely life.
I do what I do to keep my head above water, to not drown in sorrow. I want to show my two beautiful daughters that you can walk through grief gracefully, but at the same time, you can choose to literally run and fight it. Chase was such a remarkable testament to the power of running. He was full of kindness, personality and a love for competition. He began running track races at the tender age of 2 and entered his first triathlon—winning his age group—at 6-years-old. After losing him, I too turned to running. It started out as way to feel connected to Chase, but ultimately, it turned into something so much more.
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