The loss of my son Hashim, changed me overnight. I buried my grief for years. I turned into the steady one and was rarely asked how was I holding up.

What I wanted was to get to a place to be able to think and breathe. Somewhere I could still be Hashim's dad without feeling guilty and be pushed to move on.

I couldn't find that safe, private space built for dads. Where it wasn't therapy or sitting around talking in a circle.

If any of this sounds familiar, I write and share quiet weekly letters for dads like us.

They only take a few minutes to read. Written to meet you where you are at. From one grieving dad to another, having an honest and real conversation like sitting on a park bench somewhere calm.

It's a space where you'll feel safe. Where you'll learn to carry your child while caring for yourself. Where is doesn't feel like betrayal, but feels like love.