GRIEF IS LIKE LIVING WITHOUT AIR

Yes, you are alive. Yes, you are breathing. But it doesn’t feel like it. You keep waking up; you keep existing in this lifetime. Day after day, you move through what life asks of you, fulfilling the promise to stay alive.

For me, that promise is raising my beautiful children. Being here for them. Doing whatever it takes to stand behind them, support them, love them, make them happy.

I do it with a love so immense it feels like it comes from a place I didn’t know existed before. People sometimes say, “You’re a superwoman.” But I’m not. I’m a mom who loves her kids with everything she has. A mom who once lived a life filled with joy and love beside her husband, and it’s that love, still alive inside me, that keeps me going.

Yet the pain of losing him is so profound it can feel like I can’t breathe. Even while I keep living, even while I keep loving, there are moments when grief steals the air from my lungs. And still, I rise. I breathe again. I go on.