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MYApril 19th started like any other day. I got up early to get ready for our neighborhood Easter party, made my coffee, and glanced out the window. Cody’s truck wasn’t there. I thought that was strange — he always came in to tell me when he was home.
I walked down the hall and opened his door. His lights were on, bed unmade, but no Cody. I texted his girlfriend to see if she had his location. She said no, but she’d go look for him. I had this uneasy feeling in my chest. We were texting back and forth… and then her messages stopped. I texted Cody — nothing. So I got in the car to look myself.
Halfway through the neighborhood, I saw a sheriff’s car driving slowly, window down. I pulled over beside him — I don’t even know why — and before I could say a word, tears just started falling. Somehow, I already knew something was wrong. He looked at me and said, “Ma’am, are you Cody Thompson’s mom?” I nodded, crying, unable to speak. Then came the words that changed my life forever: “I’m so sorry to have to tell you that your son is deceased.”
Everything after that is a blur. My body gave out, and I fell in the road. My husband came rushing up as sirens filled the air. I remember trying to walk, but my legs wouldn’t move. I remember throwing up even though I hadn’t eaten. I remember friends, neighbors, family showing up — and me asking “why” over and over again.
Today marks six months since that day. Six months since I lost my boy. It still feels like yesterday. His room is exactly as he left it. The grief is heavy, but so is the love — and that love keeps me going.
To any parent walking this same impossible road, please know you’re not alone. If I can make it through six months without my baby, there’s hope for you too. I hold on to the signs he sends, and the promise that one day, I’ll see him again.
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