Beneath a china cabinet in Meshea Ingram's Georgia home rests a single yellow alphabet block, a simple but symbolic reminder of her late son, Briggs. "He was my sunshine," Ingram recalls, the vivid memories of his bright blonde hair and affectionate hugs lingering in her heart. The block remains untouched, a poignant testament to her love and loss, encapsulating the sentiment that "some things stay right where they are, not because we forgot to move them, but because our hearts never will."