Turning Tragedy Into Purpose: Keeping Their Light Alive

In this post, I reflect on a deeply personal journey—transforming the pain of loss into a source of purpose and strength.

Losing loved ones is one of life’s most profound heartbreaks, and the void they leave behind can feel insurmountable. But amidst the grief, I’ve discovered that holding onto the light of their memory can become a guiding force.

By honoring their legacy, sharing their stories, and living in alignment with the values they held dear, we can keep that light glowing. It’s not about diminishing the sadness but about channeling it into something meaningful—a tribute to their impact on our lives that inspires us to move forward with love, resilience, and hope.

Every small step in this journey reinforces the idea that even in the face of tragedy, there is a way to carry their light and make it shine brighter in the world.

Finding Healing Through Cherished Memories

One way that helps me move through grief and heal, even just a little,

is by remembering that my son's life should not be defined by their death. They were so much more and by dwelling only on their deaths I am missing great opportunities to share their stories(both the good and bad parts). 

Reflecting on the love, joy, and the moments that made Joey and Kyle who they were brings me comfort when the weight of loss feels overwhelming.

Their lives were filled with meaning, laughter, and experiences that deserve to be honored and celebrated. My Joey was more than just someone who lost his battle with depression and ended his own life.

In his best and brightest days he was a Loving son, Brother, Father, Husband, Friend, Musician who was so kind, willing and able to help wherever needed and just one of my favorite persons to be around, and that is what I am going to try my best to keep glowing, his light and love.

My son Kyle in his best and brightest days his life was filled with meaning, laughter, and experiences that deserve to be honored and celebrated. Kyle was so much more than a drug addict who overdosed.

My Kyle was a Loving son, Brother, Nephew, Uncle, Chef, a hard worker, Friend, also a Musician and another one of my favorite persons to be around, his sense of humor was silly and the chill vibe he had made the days go better to those around him.

His time was cut way to short, addiction does not discriminate.

While the pain of their absence is undeniable, holding onto the beauty of their lives helps me navigate the journey of healing Living Life One Note at a Time.