Echoes of Love: A Candle for Her Memory
This will be my first birthday without my mother. The woman who gave me life, who held my tiny hand and taught me what love is, won’t be here to celebrate the day she brought me into this world. How can I celebrate being alive for one more year when the very person who gave…
Sitting With Grief: A Christmas Eve Reflection
It’s Christmas Eve, and I’m sitting in my home alone. The silence feels heavier today, more oppressive, as if the weight of my grief has decided this is the day to settle in. There’s no family gathering to look forward to, no children running around, no partner to exchange a knowing smile with. It’s just…
The Weight of Missing Her: Grief at Christmas
When my mother passed, my first instinct was to focus on her. Was she at peace? Was she okay? It felt like my heart and mind were preoccupied with making sure she was safe, even though I knew I couldn’t do anything about it. I poured my energy into honoring her, almost as if my…
Mother’s Gift of Faith
I’ve been thinking a lot about the gifts you gave me—not the ones wrapped in paper and ribbons, but the ones you wove into the fabric of my life. Among the most beautiful was the way you introduced me to God, heaven, and the mysteries of the universe.
The First Letter: Finding the Words to Begin
A heartfelt tribute to a mother’s enduring presence after her passing. This first letter in the “Letters to My Mother” series reflects on love, loss, and the strength to carry on, honoring her legacy. A touching narrative of connection, family, and the journey through grief
Letters to My Mother: A Journey of Love, Loss, and Healing
Grief is a language we learn reluctantly, often thrust upon us when life’s most precious relationships are severed. For me, this language has been a constant companion since I lost my mother unexpectedly. While time has softened the sharp edges of her absence, the void she left remains, echoing in quiet moments and unexpected memories.…
Reflecting on the Loss of My Mother: A Journey Through Guilt, Love, and Healing
When my mother first passed, the weight of guilt and shame hit me like a tidal wave. How did I not see this coming? There had been so many signs—clear as day when I look back now. Had I ignored them? Or was my mind trying to protect me, hiding the truth in some locked-away…