A Tribute To My Son, Harry Boy: A Light Too Brief

Harry Boy was a soul unlike any other—a gentle heart, a quiet strength, and a presence that filled our lives with love. From the beginning, he carried a depth that couldn’t be measured, an emotional richness that spoke volumes even when he said nothing at all.

Diagnosed with depression at just 13, Harry Boy waged a silent war within himself. Yet even in that struggle, he showed immeasurable courage. While many saw his smile, few realized how heavy the burden he bore truly was. He was deeply loved—by family, by friends—but depression is a cruel thief that clouds even the brightest rays of affection.

For 14 years, he fought with grace and quiet bravery. And though he lost his battle at 27, what he gave to this world in that time will never be lost. His laughter, his kindness, his unique way of seeing the world—it all remains etched in the hearts of those who knew him. He taught us about compassion, about the importance of listening beyond words, and about loving fiercely even when things feel broken.

Harry Boy’s story is not just one of pain—it’s one of resilience, of truth, of the invisible battles so many face. I share this tribute not just to honor him, but to shine a light on the hidden corners others might be walking through. To remind the world that the deepest wounds are not always visible, and that even a small act of kindness could be a lifeline to someone fighting to hold on.

He was loved. He is loved. Always.