What I Feared Happened!

All along, deep in my heart, I dreaded the person I would become after Mum’s passing. And yes, I am not the same person anymore. How could I be? The one I loved so deeply and the one I held…
All along, deep in my heart, I dreaded the person I would become after Mum’s passing. And yes, I am not the same person anymore. How could I be? The one I loved so deeply and the one I held…
Oh wow… it’s the last day of September and I realized I haven’t written about my birthday. I have been doing series on grief and it didn’t even cross my mind that I should write about my birthday through that…
I am missing my mother who went to be with the Lord at the start of this year.Sundays carry her memory the loudest it was the day I would visit her where we shared time and the day she was…
When I look at this chart of the stages of grief I can’t help but shake my head. Because if you have walked this road you know it’s not as neat as it looks. For some people, yes. Maybe grief…
There are days when your body feels completely drained and so tired that even standing feels like a task. Your mind once full of ideas and plans, now struggles to string together simple thoughts. Yet deep inside, there’s a quiet…
There are days when you wake up and something deep inside you feels… off. Your spirit doesn’t rise with the sun. It stays curled under the sheets, heavy with a tiredness you can’t quite name. Maybe it’s grief which is…
There is a quiet kind of disappointment that settles in when plans are cancelled last minute especially when you had moved things around, cancelled on someone else or carved out precious time just to be present. It recently happened to…
“That’s where we are all going… life is short.” It stops me. It triggers something deep within me. Not because it isn’t true but because of how carelessly it is said.There are moments when words that are meant to make…
There are words we say casually which are meant to be words of gratitude like “Thank God I’m alive” that carry weight we don’t always realize. For someone living through grief, these same words can sting deeply. Imagine hearing that…
There’s something deeply comforting about a cup of tea made by a mother poured from a flask, warm in your hands and filled with love. On this chilly evening, it’s all you need. But beyond the comfort lies a story…