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Image Source: Tima Miroshnichenko from Pexels . As the second anniversary of my mom’s passing came and went, I ended the day feeling...

Anniversaries of passing won't bring back loved ones, but they remind us we're one step closer to reunion—reframing sadness with hope.

A grief-related post regarding the second heavenly birthday of my Mom.

Photo from Tofros.com "Is it crazy of me to not delete my Mom's phone number by now?" "My relative is telling me that I shouldn't be messaging my Dad anymore, but I feel like it helps me. What should I do?" "I still pay for my parent's phone, but people are telling me that I'm not moving on with my life. Should I stop paying for it? It's not a cost issue." These are questions I’ve seen asked often in online grief groups. Many people feel pressured to delete their loved one’s

Image Source: Pexels on Pixabay.com Regret is a common emotion after losing a loved one, especially if you didn’t get the chance to say what you truly wanted before they passed. I’ve read stories of people whose last words to their loved ones were spoken in anger during an argument or who realized too late that their final opportunity to connect was a missed phone call because life got in the way. When that person is gone, the weight of missed opportunities, or the absence of

Image Source: Pexels on Pixabay.com I don’t remember much from my childhood, or even from just five years ago. My memories tend to come in fragments: a few specific events or a vague, generalized feeling that sums up an entire period of my life, usually defined by schools or jobs. What makes my memory even more peculiar is how I often recall things in the third person, as though I’m watching someone else’s life unfold. It’s strange, almost as if those memories don’t truly bel

Image Source: Pexels on Pixabay.com After my mom passed away, I found myself feeling like it was inappropriate to smile or laugh. I kept thinking, How can you feel anything other than sadness right now?  It felt like a betrayal to her memory, not to mention to my own grief, if I wasn’t in a constant state of mourning. Any moment of happiness seemed like I was pretending everything was okay when, deep down, it wasn’t. Then, I remembered a conversation I had with her. One tha