Gera

“My little fighter. He had epilepsy since birth, but he never stopped playing. He loved chewing the hair ties on my ponytail. He was sick, but he was happy. He was loved.”

2026-11-15

I love you, my boy.

I still remember that morning. I woke up like always — not expecting anything. You lived in the other room, so my first thought was: "I'll get up, walk out of my room, go to you, and pet you. I'll kiss you." It was our ritual. Every single day. For all seven years — from the very first day you came into our family.

But that morning it didn't happen. They told me you were gone. Just like that — before I could even walk out of the room. Before I could pet you one last time. Before I could kiss you goodbye.

I didn't make it. I didn't even get to say goodbye to you.

Forgive me for everything, my boy.

🕯️ Gera