In a few short weeks, Connor would have been graduating from college. I can’t help but wonder if he’d have a job lined up, if he’d have finished his real estate course/license, or if he’d be going to work with his father. He was so ambitious and ready to launch his own business, I wonder if he’d have done the university’s version of Shark Tank or how the school’s program would’ve led him to find his career start. So many unknowns. Kindergarten Graduation His roommate is a

Dear Connor: It’s hard to believe that it’s been two years since you left us. The time has both gone by fast, but also stood still. You would’ve turned 22 last week. I can't believe it. You made me a mom and I will always cherish that, but I can no longer celebrate that special day in the same way. It's too hard. Maybe it'll get easier as time passes, but it hurts, stings and brings great pain right now. You’d also be getting ready to graduate college this May. I often

I remember the days following Connor’s passing, I would walk a lot. I was stir crazy being inside the house with memories of him bouncing off the walls. Walking allowed me to think; it allowed me to cry; it allowed me to pray; it allowed me to start processing the thoughts of “what the hell just happened to my life”. There’s a three-mile loop that I often walk through my neighborhood and then out on a busy sidewalk. The sidewalk is wide enough for multiple people – runners,