It has been a long while since I have posted. Time has passed and I actually don't really know where I am in the grieving process. I am grateful for all that I have, but I know a part of me still misses what could be. To rewind a bit, I will discuss my New Year celebration this year. Usually my family and I bring in the New Year at church. This is something I have always looked forward to. We get together sing songs, hear testimonies and a last reflection of the year from our pastor. Due to COVID, much like many other events, this has changed. This year I stood home with my small family. I remember venturing out in the evening because I just had to get something New Years related. Traditionally my mother would always get a hat, noise maker, or anything fun and quirky to ring in the New Year. I always loved that she tried to make it festive and fun. So as I walked outside in search for New Years gear, I was saddened by the fact that all the outdoor vendors were non-existent. I fina
Thoughts on loss, healing, and hope for the future.