Dear Kurt

Love Beyond Breath

October 22, 2025 – 8 years

Dear Kurt,
Eight years.
Eight years since you took your last earthly breath…
and still, somehow, your love fills the air I breathe.

Grief has been my teacher—
uninvited, wild, and fierce.
She sat beside me on this porch swing,
in the space where our laughter once lived.

At first, I thought grief came to take what was left of you…
but I know now—
she came to reveal you.
To show me how love stretches beyond endings.

Because love—
true love—
doesn’t stop.
It grows.
Through tears.
Through quiet mornings.
Through the ache that humbles the heart
and turns memory into prayer.

You taught me that the soul never says goodbye—
it simply changes form.

And I’ve felt you, my love…
in the hush between heartbeats,
in sunlight streaming through leaves,
and in every butterfly that drifts by,
as if carrying your hello.

Some days, grief still crashes like the tide—
wild, unrelenting.
Other days, she’s gentle,
a soft whisper reminding me
that love this deep was always meant to stretch beyond time.
I miss your voice.
The way your hand found mine.

But I’ve learned something sacred:
death may take the body—
but love… love takes root in eternity.

And oh, how it blooms—
in the eyes of our daughter,
our beautiful Ava Grace.
She carries your light, your laughter,
your courage wrapped in her smile.
Sometimes when she tilts her head just so,
or when she laughs from her belly,
it’s you.
Your spirit dances inside of her—
alive, radiant, unmistakable.

Through her, I am reminded that your story never ended.
It simply found new breath.

So here on this porch swing that holds our story,
I whisper to the sky—
thank you.

Thank you for showing me that grief and love
are two sides of the same holy coin:
beautiful and brutal,
heart-shattering and heart-shaping.

Thank you for loving me
in ways that keep unfolding—
even from heaven.

Eight years later,
my love for you has not dimmed—
it has multiplied.
It has become the quiet flame
that lights my way forward.

So, I’ll keep looking for you—
in Ava Gracie’s laughter,
in the butterflies,
in the wind,
and in the grace of every sunrise.

And I’ll keep swinging,
here between heaven and earth,
where love still speaks your name.

Until we meet again, my love—
you are here.
Always.

I love you.