We mourn the loss of a beloved figure whose courage

When hospice care was discussed, she met the moment with calm clarity. Her concern was not for herself, but for those around her. She asked that the atmosphere remain warm, that fear not define her final days, that her children remember love and light rather than sorrow.

Her last days were gentle. She slept often. When awake, she spoke softly about her children, about strength, about hope. On the final morning, I whispered that it was okay to rest. She released one final breath—quiet, peaceful—and was gone.

People ask how I continue now. The truth is that grief does not follow straight lines. It comes in waves, sometimes manageable, sometimes overwhelming. But I keep going because she is still with me—in her children, in ordinary moments, in the courage she showed us all.

I often think back to the day she was born, and to the day she left, a complete circle of love. I brought her into the world, and I walked with her as she left it. She lived fully, loved fiercely, and faced the end with grace. Her legacy lives on—in the lives she touched, the voices she empowered, and the love she gave so freely. Her life was far too short, but its impact was immeasurable. Continue reading…