Walk with me on grieving

🕊️ Sickness Doesn’t Kill. Death Does.

My grandpa once said this to my dad—and my dad passed it on to me: “Sickness doesn’t kill. Death does.”

When death comes to your house, it doesn’t respect boundaries. And that stings.

You begin to wonder—why should it be this way?
Couldn’t there have been a delay? A second chance?
It’s one thing to sympathize with someone else’s grief…
It’s another when it hits home.

And lately, I’ve felt my mind preparing.
I don’t want it to be my turn next.
Not for me,
Not for anyone.

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🩶 On Grief and Complexity

I’ve learned that grieving wears many faces.
And one person can grieve differently—depending on who’s gone, or how they were lost.

What weighs the most?
It’s mixing joy and sorrow.

You’re grieving, yet surrounded by joy.
There’s laughter to join, milestones to celebrate, people to honour.
And somehow… you do it.

Because I guess that’s life for us.

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🤍 When Grief Isn’t Yours Alone

This time, death came close.
It hit home.
But it hit others even harder.

And here I am—confused.
Not sure how to feel,
Who to console,
Or what to say.

I look at the faces around me and I wonder—
What must they be feeling?
Even as they try to be strong for the next person.

And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I didn’t check in more.
I didn’t send messages or follow through the way you asked me to.

You’ll always be someone we admire, respect, and honour.
🕊️ May your soul rest in peace.