Many tears & so much sadness surrounding the fact that I’ll never be able to hug you again. I can’t say I accept what actually happened but I can confidently say seeing you lay in a casket makes me view life from a different lense.
You see the me no one else sees & I see the you, you don’t show. You’ve read every page in my story & I’ve read every chapter of your soul @friendscallmepav
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Special thank you too @jazminabigailphotography for capturing our anniversary photoshoot.
A mother, in my eyes, is a guiding source for advice, a role model to learn from, and a woman who has experienced enough to shield you from potential harm. Becoming the mom I always wanted heals the part of me that I never got.
Before grief comes the reality – the reality that they're gone. Completely unreachable, with the future confirming you’ll never hug them again. You will learn to accept that they were never truly yours, at least not to keep. You will quickly discover how the world continues to move on.
Sooner or later, you'll have to swallow the hard truth that, although their heart has stopped beating, yours has to continue. Broken, damaged, and shattered, it still beats. And if you want to know something that no one tells you about grief? It's a lifelong sentence, not an option.
But one thing I have learned to find beauty in is that grief only exists where true love was first, and to me, that speaks volumes.
This altar isn't just a spot for remembering; it's a sacred ground, the very place where my dad took his last breath on this earth. Here, I pour my love into every offering, every teardrop, and every memory, in the hope that he can sense the unbroken connection that transcends life and death, a bond that will never fade & a confirmation that our relationship continues even after death.
