The idea of stopping breastfeeding breaks my heart

Baby is 11 months old tomorrow. He usually feeds 3-4 times in a day and at least once over night (to be honest, I’m a human pacifier overnight so it’s kind of hard to tell). I’m back at work in a few weeks, part time, and imagine I’ll feed him before I go and when I come back but obviously not in the day. He won’t take a bottle so he’s on food and water only. I’m wondering whether my supply will so shortly after because it’ll be such a big gap between feeds.

Honestly, breastfeeding is the only thing that has “worked”. The only reason I survived 2u2 with a colicky baby was breastfeeding. The only way I could solo parent whilst my husband worked long shifts was breastfeeding. The only thing that calmed him, soothed him, made it possible to pay attention to my eldest, was breastfeeding. The sweet relaxation and love flood I get cut through the stress of it all like a knife and kept me sane.

I can’t stand the idea that our last feed might be soon but all signs point in that direction. How sad that I might never see that smushy little face, button nose, big eyes roll back and then close, wondering hands.

How did you all cope with weaning? How can I see this positively?