Both sorrow & hope

This week I’m carrying both sorrow and hope in the same breath.

Grief can carve out deep places in us, especially when we’ve lost someone we love so much. Michael’s absence is felt in the quiet moments, in the memories that surprise us, in the parts of us that still ache.

But I’ve come to believe that even in the heaviest grief, life finds a way to rise again.

Not all at once, and not without pain,

but slowly

through love that refuses to fade,

through unexpected laughter,

through the light that returns little by little.

Sometimes, what feels lost forever can become something new.

Hope can return.

Joy can sneak back in.

Light can find its way through the cracks.

I hold onto that especially this week.

Because love doesn’t end.

And the story isn’t finished.

Even in the midst of sorrow, something beautiful can begin again.