When Love Becomes Memory

The past six months have been a storm I never saw coming. Three hearts I loved, three souls I cherished, gone. First, my high school friend. Her battle with cancer ended in October 2025. Five years of fighting, five years of hope, all slipping through my hands. Then my sister’s biological father. A man she found peace with, a man I prayed she would understand and forgive. He left this world leaving memories and lessons wrapped in fragile threads of connection. And now my uncle, my father’s oldest brother, a piece of my family’s history, a part of my heart. I hold their memories close because nothing else can bring them back. And still I keep going, carrying the weight of what was and what can never be again.

My final whisper: Grief is heavy. It burns. It melts. And yet it forces me to feel every ounce of love I was lucky enough to know. Life feels sharper, emptier, and more precious all at once.