Grief knocked the wind out of me.
Every breath felt stolen, every inhale heavy.
It left me gasping, chest tight, wondering if I’d ever feel normal air again.
There was a time when I lived like that—
on edge, waiting for the next wave to crash,
waiting to break again.
But then hope showed up.
Quiet at first.
A moment where I laughed without feeling guilty.
A morning, I woke up without tears.
A day where breathing felt easy again.
Hope didn’t erase my grief.
It just reminded me I could survive it.
That I could take one more breath,
and then another—
until breathing felt like living again.
If these words connected with you, you’ll find many more like them in What Remains. It’s a collection of the writings I’ve shared over the years, bringing together reflections on grief, love, loss, and the connections that continue long after someone is gone.
I hope it brings you comfort, understanding, and the reminder that you’re not alone.
If you’d like to read more, you can find the book here
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