Today, would’ve been your due date: Carrying Love Forward I held a dream before it had a shape,before my heart could name it,before the world could notice.A life imagined, a quiet hopethat lingered in the spaces between days,in the silence that spoke louder than words. Love made something fragile, fleeting,and in its passingI felt a…

Chapter 10: Carrying Love Forward Loss leaves its mark in ways that are both visible and invisible. It etches itself into your soul, reshaping the very contours of your heart, while simultaneously hiding in the quiet corners of everyday life. And yet, even in this profound absence, there is love — a love that refuses…

Chapter 9: Finding Fragments of Hope Hope does not arrive in grand gestures. It does not knock at the door with bright banners or audible declarations. It is subtle, elusive, sometimes hidden beneath layers of grief and despair. After loss, I have learned that hope is a quiet companion, a faint flicker in the corners…

Chapter 8: Drowning I feel it every day, even in the small moments that should be ordinary. It is not just sadness. It is a weight, a pressure, a flood that fills every inch of me until I am certain I will never resurface. There are mornings when I wake and the first thought is…

Chapter 7: Losing Faith, Searching Anyway Grief has a way of shaking everything you thought was steady. It doesn’t just touch your heart; it rattles your beliefs, your sense of safety, the framework of meaning you carried through life. I find myself questioning everything, wondering how something so cruel could exist, how life could be…

Chapter 6: The Love That Made This Loss Love is strange. It can be the most profound force in the world, powerful enough to create life, and yet, it cannot always protect what it creates. I feel it everywhere, in every ache and heartbeat, in every thought and memory. This love, ours, is what brought…

Chapter 5: The Gaping Hole There is a space inside me now that no one else can see, a hollow that stretches wide and deep, carved out by grief. It is a gaping hole, one that swallows me whole in quiet moments, in crowded rooms, in the middle of a mundane day. It is not…

Chapter 4: Everyday Landmines Grief has a way of sneaking up on you when you least expect it. It doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t politely knock at the door of your mind. It hides in the corners of your day, in the quiet moments, in the ordinary routines, and then it explodes when you are…

Chapter 3: The Anger That Isn’t Yours I never knew grief could come with such fire. I knew it would hurt. I knew it would be heavy. But I didn’t know it could make me so angry, so feral, so out of control. And the person who bears the brunt of it is the one…

Chapter 2: The Weeks I Still Count Time doesn’t move the same way after loss. I look at the calendar and each week is a reminder of what could have been. I find myself doing the math, silently marking the days in my mind, the milestones, the growth that should have been. If everything had…