Celebrity Parents Richard Engel's Wife Mary Pens Essay About 6-Year-Old Son Henry's Death: 'One Last Goodbye' Richard Engel's son Henry died at age 6 on Aug. 8, 2022, after a years-long battle with Rett Syndrome By Alexis Jones Alexis Jones Digital News Writer, PEOPLE People Editorial Guidelines Published on February 22, 2023 11:35 PM Share Tweet Pin Email Richard Engel's wife Mary Forrest Engel is opening up about the week she spent with their 6-year-old son Henry after he died on Aug. 5, 2022. In a personal essay published by Today, Mary detailed how she grieved her son after his years-long battle with Rett Syndrome, a rare genetic neurological disorder, "which he valiantly fought for almost seven years," she wrote. Rett Syndrome leads to severe physical and cognitive impairments. Mary, 44, revealed that after Henry died, she visited his physical body at the funeral home for about a week. "As long as he remained a physical presence on this Earth, I wanted to be with him," she wrote. "We sat with him in our home for hours. Changed his clothes. It was summer. I put shorts on him, and a T-shirt out of habit. I chose one of his softest, coziest ones." Richard Engel Announces Death of 'Beloved' 6-Year-Old Son Henry From left: Richard, Henry and Mary Engel. "That evening when the people from the funeral home came to get his body, I carried him to the car. It was the last time I would ever carry my beautiful Henry," Mary said. "How many times had I carried him in his life? Hundreds? Thousands? He was almost like an appendage to me; we were physically intertwined due to his disability and him needing me to move him around, to be his legs," wrote Mary. Everything Richard Engel Said About 'Beloved' Son's Journey with Rett Syndrome Before His Death She continued, "Ever since Henry was born, I had clung to routine and schedules to feel a sense of control over a situation that really couldn't be controlled. And then he died, and so much of my routine went out the window. But without even realizing what I was doing, I created one last routine for us." Mary then shared how she spent her time with Henry while visiting him. "They would have him ready for me, and I'd go into the room and cry, stroke his hair and face and rest my head next to his," she wrote. "I brought a different assortment of books and toys each time. I'd push the buttons on the toys and listen to the sounds, which I had heard so many times when he had pushed them. Henry loved music. I sang some of his favorite songs and played others on my phone." Never miss a story — sign up for PEOPLE's free daily newsletter to stay up-to-date on the best of what PEOPLE has to offer, from juicy celebrity news to compelling human interest stories. Lauren Joy Fleishman. "That period of my life is a blur, but those hours with Henry's body are vivid in my mind. I would wake up feeling anxious to see him. Longing for him," Mary continued. "Each time I went I would stay for about an hour, then leave the room and head to the front door of the funeral home before turning back for one last goodbye. It was so hard to leave, but we also have a younger son, Theo, who needed me, and he was in the forefront of my mind as well. Mary opened up about how visiting her son affected her husband Richard Engel. "My husband, Richard, was a bit hesitant about what I was doing at first. This kind of grief is unlike anything either of us had felt before," she shared. "There's no roadmap. He didn't know if it would cause me more pain to have this ritual that I had created, but he came with me. He realized the value in having this time to do the impossible: attempt to say goodbye to Henry." "Grief makes you do some seemingly weird things. Or maybe grief makes us behave in a way that is our truest self, because every impulse I had felt completely organic," she added. Richard Engel Honors Late Son Henry on His 7th Birthday, Gives 'Big Thank You' for Support However, Mary revealed she and Richard eventually had Henry cremated and scattered "some of the ashes at a tree in a park that Henry loved." "For months afterward, I could see remnants of ashes when I visited," she wrote. "'He's here,' I thought ... Six months later, I've now come to realize that he's everywhere. Wherever I go and whatever I do, he's with me." Mary continued: "I am thankful to have had that week. I know not every grieving person has the ability to do this, and not everyone wants or needs to. It was surreal, heartbreaking, gut-wrenching … and also filled with so much love. There's just so much love, and that's what has gotten me through." "Would I go back and do every second over again with Henry, knowing that there would be this much pain at the end? Yes. A million times, yes."