26/06/2025
Two years have passed since my brother died, and the pain of his absence still feels like a weight that's hard to put into words. But in the darkness, I've found a light that guides me - a sense of peace and hope that comes from my faith.
For me, this grief journey hasn't been about avoiding the pain or pretending it's not there. It's been about finding a way to navigate it, to lean into the discomfort and uncertainty, and to trust that there's more to life than what I'm feeling in this moment.
My faith has given me the strength to face each day, to find comfort in the memories of my brother, and to hold onto the hope that there's more to life than this fleeting moment. It's not about having all the answers or knowing why things happen. It's about trusting that there's a bigger picture, even when it's hard to see.
If you're walking through a similar valley, I see you. I know it's hard to find the words to express the pain, the anger, the sadness. But I want you to know that you're not alone. There are people who care, who understand, and who want to support you.
So hold onto hope, onto each other, and onto the One who brings us peace. Be gentle with yourself, and allow yourself to feel the emotions that come with loss.
And when the pain feels overwhelming, remember that it's okay to not be okay.
