The Weight of Grief and the Power of Community

Grief doesn't ask permission before it rewrites your entire life. When my dad

passed, I thought I'd never laugh again. Then my neighbor showed up with

seventeen casseroles and zero cooking skills. Every single one tasted like cardboard mixed with hope.

But here's what nobody tells you about loss. Healing isn't getting over it.

It's the random Tuesday when your coworker just sits with you in silence.

It's the friend who texts you memes at two in the morning because they know

you can't sleep. It's the stranger at the grocery store who lets you ugly cry

in the cereal aisle without judgment. My dad taught me to be strong.