How do you expect me to walk back into that church when the last time I was there, I buried my nephew? And worse, how do you expect me to face God after He took two people from me in just days? 1/2
No warm embrace, no shared joy…just the heavy weight of absence. And when you’re grieving while also facing financial struggles, the emptiness feels even heavier. It’s a kind of pain that lingers. I miss you, Ma 🥺
Losing a mother is an ache that words can’t fully capture. Before, even the smallest wins were met with cake and a simple celebration waiting for me at home. Now, there’s only silence. 1/2
It’s been exactly a month today since you left, Ma. Tomorrow, we’ll begin your novena in preparation for your 40th day on the 28th. I miss you so much, Ma.