04/23/2026
25 weeks… in what feels like the blink of an eye.
Some days it’s quiet… and then out of nowhere, the heaviness comes rushing in like a tsunami. No warning. No mercy. Just weight. Real weight.
Twenty-five weeks in, and I think what’s changing is this—the fog is beginning to lift, just enough to see the horizon… and without him, it feels different. It feels still. It feels… empty in places I didn’t even know could be empty.
The world keeps moving. People keep going. Life keeps happening.
And there are moments I want to scream—
STOP.
Just… stop moving without him.
But deep down, I know that’s not what he would want. Not even close.
He would be the first to say:
Get up. Go. Do something.
Ask. Move. Build. Live.
“You have not because you ask not.”
So today… I’m asking.
I’m asking you—
What drives you?
What’s your why?
What gets you out of bed when it’s hard?
And if you knew Don… ❤️‍🩹
How did he leave his mark on your life?
Let’s not let that fire fade. 🔥
Let’s talk about it. 🤍