Cancer is a brutal opponent. It doesn’t strike just once; it drags you into a relentless 10-round f ...
Cancer is a brutal opponent. It doesn’t strike just once; it drags you into a relentless 10-round f ...
Prologue: Mourning is the Price of Love Grief is never generic. We don’t mourn in some univer ...
Why I’m walking. Why I’m writing. Why this book matters. I thought I knew what the Camino would ...
The Memory and the Motion It was raining the first time I truly understood the difference betwee ...
Personal Story — The Fruit Aisle A few days after Angé died, I went to the grocery store. I saw ...
Opening Reflection When someone you love dies, you don’t just lose them — you inherit the weight ...
“Forgiveness is what frees the hands. Happiness is what we build with them.” ⸻ Opening Reflec ...
Opening Reflection The evenings are the hardest. I used to look back from the path — after one o ...
Introduction: Forget the Rules There are no six steps to mourning. No neat pathway to “new be ...
Because of Angé: The Candlelight on the Stoep One night, maybe six weeks after Angé died, I came ...
Opening Reflection — The Dinner Table Without Her The other night, I found myself at a long dinn ...
Angé, I have to say this out loud, and I hope you’re smiling. I miss you. Deeply, daily, unbeara ...
“Grief doesn’t change you. It reveals you.” ⸻ Opening Reflection: The day after Angé passe ...
Opening Reflection: Grief doesn’t destroy you — but it does change the architecture of who you a ...
“In grief, we do not only remember — we choose how to remember. And we can choose to do it together ...
“You don’t rebuild because you’ve forgotten the past You rebuild because you remember, and because ...
Opening Reflection The house filled with casseroles, flowers, and whispers. Some people wanted s ...
Opening Reflection — The WhatsApp Posts In the days after Angé died, the WhatsApp messages began ...
Some things went with her. I have to live with that. ⸻ Opening Reflection: The Photograph Wit ...
Personal Reflection: Three Regrets Hi Angé, I have two confessions. Actually, three. The f ...
“We planted trees, not tears.” ⸻ Opening Reflection: A Different Kind of Goodbye There was ...
🌻 Mourning Mourning is the price we pay for deep love. It’s raw. It’s honest. And it cha ...
“Grief is a storm of emotions. It doesn’t ask permission to arrive, and it rarely leaves quietly.” ...
Moments of light — unexpected, undeserved, and absolutely allowed. ⸻ Opening Reflection: The ...
Because if you stop walking this road, you don’t just pause — you disappear. Perseverance is not a ...
There have been nights, quiet and dark, when I’ve sat alone with the weight of Angé’s absence and t ...
It began innocently — a single glass of wine late at night. At first, it was a comfort. A sof ...
Camino Reflection: A Planless Path I was walking on the Camino without any real plan for what I ...
Introduction “People look at you differently when you’re older and grieving. They think you’re s ...
Grief is universal — and yet deeply personal. Everyone who mourns does so from the unique vantage p ...
I remember lying on the bed one morning, maybe a week or so after Angé died, and I couldn’t get up. ...
When your partner dies — or even when you lose a child, or someone else you’ve shared life with — t ...
There’s a silence that only the grieving understand. It’s not just the absence of noise. It’s th ...
Opening Reflection: The Double Bed in the Auberge Last night, I offered to share a bed with a wo ...
Six weeks. It’s been six weeks since Angé died. Long enough to feel the empty space beside me in ev ...
A Private Kind of Grief There are some losses in mourning that people rarely talk about — not ou ...
“They didn’t mean to hurt me. But they did.” ⸻ Introduction: The Unexpected Hurt Grief has ...
There will be a day after your loss that will feel like the worst one yet.You might think you’ve al ...
“What a beautiful sunset.” There’s something powerful about the closing of a day. The way the ...
Introduction: The Pattern We Built Together When you live with someone—really live with them—you ...