My journey of Grief and Love
Grief has been a journey I never expected to take so soon. Losing my mum in 2020 was the deepest heartbreak I’ve ever known. She wasn’t just my mother, she was my best friend, my biggest supporter, and the loudest cheerleader in every room I walked into. She showed up for me in ways that only a mother with a big, selfless heart could. Even on nights when we disagreed, I’d wake up to find my school projects magically done because that was her love, quietly selfless, loud in presence, unwavering.
My mum was strong, honest, and full of heart. She went through things that no woman should ever have to endure, but still became the kind of woman I aspire to be. She built me, taught me how to love, how to fight through pain, how to be real, and how to be a mother who shows up.
Her absence shattered me, but her life gave me a foundation. Everything I now pour into my own little family, the way I love my son, my husband, the way I communicate, the way I hold space for others..that all comes from her. I only wish she could see the woman I’ve become no longer the stubborn teen, but a strong, loving mother shaped by her strength.
Grief still visits me, but so does her presence, in everything I do.
Forever her daughter.
With love.