Lost my 18 year old son just over a year ago, I am frozen in time, everything I did was for him to shine and be his authentic self, which he 1000% achieved in his short incredible life. I will never get over him, I will never stop talking about him and I will probably never not cry for him. There is a million stages of grief and they can beachhead attack at any moment and then let you breathe and the sucker punch you so hard you ponder “the other side”.