Grief reshapes everything. It leaves silence where laughter once lived, and absence in the spaces once filled with love. When my adult son passed away in March 2019, it felt as though the ground beneath me had given way. He was the kind of person who carried light—kind, thoughtful, always ready with a word of encouragement. Losing him wasn’t just losing a child. It was losing a part of myself, a piece of my identity, and the future I had always imagined with him in it. Continue reading…
