10/27/2026
When you are in the thick of a traumatic situation, especially one that stretches months. It's as if your brain shuts off your ability to see how terrible it all is.
You have to keep your wits about you to make it through.
It's been over two months, two months of trying to recover from something so horrific. The more time passes, the more that I realize just how horrible so much of it was. How sick the treatments made him, how hard his little body fought. I will forever have the images of blood, vomit, and pain etched into my mind.
What the cancer did to him as death crept near. It was cruel.
He was so strong. He deserved better. Even more than the bad times, I remember the good. I cry harder at the good memories, because we can't make anymore with him.
Him waking me up with kisses all over my face. They way he smiled when I would sing rock a bye baby, and laugh when I pretended to almost drop him. The way he shook his head side to side when we danced in the kitchen. His arms around my neck while I spun him around the room. Him climbing his father like a jungle gym, standing on his head. Bubbles, spongebob, cuddles, and karate chops.
I find myself bargaining with the empty space that surrounds me. If I apologize enough, if I cry, if I beg maybe somehow I'll wake up from this living nightmare.
The only bit of peace I get is when I spend time with my boys. Reading stories, going on adventures, playing video games, watching them play baseball in the yard with their dad.
We are learning to be a family again, trying to be there for each other. I feel like the blind leading the blind. I have no idea what I am doing, how I am even holding it together. I am, and I'm trying as best I can to help the boys and their father.
As Halloween comes up, I would ask that you all eat a sweet treat in memory of Rowan. He loved chocolate, cookies, suckers, really anything sweet he could get his hands on.
Please stay safe while you are out and about! We are still so grateful to all of you who continue to pray for our family. There will always be an empty space in our lives, but knowing Rowan touched and was loved by so many. Makes the pain a little easier to carry.