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When I look at my grandson, I see DJ.
His smile. His energy. His fearless heart.
He was only two years old when his daddy passed, and even though he’s young, I know deep in my spirit that he carries his father’s light. It shines in his laughter, in the way he dances, and in the curiosity that fills his eyes.
One day, he picked up a picture of DJ and said, “That’s my daddy. He told me he loves you, Nana.” I couldn’t hold back the tears. Because in that moment, I felt my son speaking through him. Comforting us both.
💬 This little boy is not just my grandson—he’s a living legacy.
Raising him in the shadow of such a deep loss has been hard, but it’s also been sacred. I’ve made a promise to keep DJ’s memory alive through stories, music, and pictures. I tell him who his father was. I tell him about the way DJ used to sing, the way he made people laugh, and the way he called him “Senzu,” like the healing bean from Dragon Ball Z. Because DJ truly believed his son gave him new life.
Now it’s my job to make sure that legacy lives on.
This chapter of my book is not just about grief—it’s about hope. About generations. About carrying the torch when someone else’s hands can’t anymore.
To anyone raising a child who’s lost a parent:
You are not alone. And neither are they.
Together, we can build a bridge between past and present, keeping the light alive for the future.
💛 #ThroughHisEyes #GenerationalHealing
📣 Call to Action:
Have you ever seen your loved one live on through someone else? Share your story in the comment box below. And if you’re walking through loss while raising a child, I pray this book brings you peace, purpose, and the promise that love never truly dies.
