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A Note to you all! am Grateful

Sometimes I go quiet.

Not because I have nothing to say, but because I'm remembering the things I lost, the loss of my daughter,the dreams I once carried, the prayers I once whispered, and the plans I stopped dreaming about because life happened.
Loss changes you. It reshapes your heart, your perspective, and even the way you hope. Some days, the weight of what could have been feels heavy.
But in the silence, I am reminded of God's promise: He is a Restorer.
What was lost is not beyond His reach. What died in disappointment can live again in His timing. The dreams I buried, the joy I misplaced, and the pieces of me grief tried to steal are all known by Him.

So today, I choose to trust that restoration is coming. Not because I can see it, but because God has said it.

" I will restore to you the years that the locust has eaten..." — Joel 2:25

If loss has changed you, may God's restoration change your story.

❤️ There is still hope.
❤️ There is still purpose.
❤️ There is still a future.

Wet Pillows and Hollow Spaces:
A heart that still breaks in silence.
A cold, hollow space that words can’t fully explain.
This is the journey of a grieving mother! a journey that doesn’t end. 🕊️
Some days feel unbearable. Some nights feel endless.
But even here, in this ache, there is strength I didn’t know I had.
I am still here.
I'm still breathing, I'm standing, and I have chosen to keep the love even in the loss. ❤️

And if you are walking this road too, please hear me:
You are not alone. 🤍
Your pain is real, but so is your strength.
And even through the tears, healing is quietly finding its way to you. ✨
Let's keep the love and the memories we shared with our departed children.

It didn’t kill me, but something changed,
A piece of me lost, forever estranged.
I walked away, yet not the same,
A shadowed soul, a quiet flame.
That day took part of who I was,
Left me searching, without cause.
I carry on, but feel the void,
A heart once whole, now destroyed.
It didn’t end me, but I’m not whole!
An echo remains, deep in my soul.
I’m here, I breathe, but truth denied
A part of me, that day, quietly died.

Honoring the Love, the Life, and the Legacy
✨ Day 1 — A Love That Still Lives ✨

Today, I gently step into a series by honoring the love that didn’t end. ❤️. It's on this day, 11 years (2014) down the memory lane, that I choose to encourage someone out there who could be healing like me, as I honour Stellah

A child may grow wings, but a mother’s heart keeps them close, always. Grief is not a sign of weakness; it is powerful proof that love existed deeply, beautifully, and forever. 🫂

Message to the Mum/Parent:
Your tears carry love. Your silence carries love. 💖

Even on the days you feel completely broken, know that love still lives in you. Your child is not forgotten. You are not alone. Hold that truth tight today. 🕊️

Message to Siblings/Friends/Cousins:
We see your grief, too. It’s okay to remember. It’s okay to miss them. The bond you shared still matters deeply. You are allowed to feel everything. Please know you are welcome here. 🌟

Today's Thought: Love is the reason for our grief, and love will be the source of our healing.

We begin together: Share a 💖 in the comments if your love is still alive and strong today.

Day 7 of: Goodbyes That Are Never Goodbyes

The Love Continues:
Our Goodbye Is Just a Pause. 💫
Here we are, at the end of our "Goodbyes That Are Never Goodbyes" series. Thank you, from the deepest part of my heart, for walking this tender journey with me this week.

We started by affirming that the thread of love never breaks. We've explored the whispers and signs that confirm their presence, the sacred rituals that keep them in our everyday life, and the living legacies that channel our grief into purpose. We affirmed our unchanging title, that we are still and forever their parent.

What we’ve truly discovered is this: The goodbye was only a pause. It was a single moment in a love story that spans eternity. We don't have to choose between remembering and living. We choose to live with them, carrying their light forward every single day.

They are not just memories; they are the enduring love that shapes our future. Until the day we meet again, we carry them in our actions, our hearts, and in the love we share with the world.

Today's final thought: Our love story didn't end. It just became infinite.

As we close this series, I invite you to carry this message with you.

What is the one lesson or realization from this week that you will carry forward into the coming week? Share your intention below!