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The Puzzling Question?

If you were to ask me what I do and who I do it for, I may begin by telling you this: After losing a love one, my mother, it feels like I’ll never be who I used to be.

At times, looking back on old memories, I catch a glimpse of who she was, who she used to be. The better me. When you lose that love one it’s like a piece of you definitely leaves with them… mine feels more like a huge gaping hole, that will never be filled and can’t be ignored.

Then a year goes by, and it’s hard to imagine what the last year could’ve been.

No lie when I say it’s hard. It’s H-A-R-D, but still, I rise….

Still, I go, but why….? My Mom, My Dad, My Husband and Child.

Make no mistake, grief isn't a cry for sympathy because no amount of sympathy can reverse the circumstances.

It's about hope, perseverance and the courage to crawl forward in spite of.

If you're reading this, then my question to you is, what's your why?

I invite you to please share in the comments!

Thanks for stopping by!

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