Two years ago, on this very day, I had to make a decision no parent should ever face: choosing hospice care for my child—again.
It wasn’t the first time. Seven years before that, I had already stood at that same heartbreaking crossroads. I thought I had known the depth of pain then. But no… the second time was just as devastating, just as world-shattering.
Creed—my boy—never gave up. Over the past two years, he fought through more than most could ever imagine. Every single day was a miracle, a gift he held onto for us. He was stronger than anyone I have ever known.
Looking at that photo now breaks me. His eyes, his smile… they leave me asking a question I will never fully understand: why did I have to make that decision again?
There is no answer that can truly ease that pain.
It’s a choice that changes your entire reality. A moment when you realize that love is not always about holding on—but sometimes about letting go, even when your heart is not ready.
And yet, through all that pain, I carry deep gratitude.
Grateful that he fought.
Grateful that he stayed.
Grateful for every moment, every day he gave us.
Creed didn’t just live—he taught us how to love, how to be strong, and how to cherish every fragile second of life.
And no matter how much time passes, he will always be here—living on in every beat of my heart.
