No Light of Mourning
A year ago a close friend of mine died unexpectedly from a brain swelling.
She was only 30, leaving behind a husband and a 3 & 5 year old. I’m the Godmother of her 2 children. I miss her a lot but that’s bout what this is about, well not entirely…
Recently, another close friend of mine announced her pregnancy 🤰 she’s also 30, in a happy relationship and this baby is something she was praying on so it’s GOOD NEWS. I’m so happy for her and her partner.
But I must admit my heart carries fear for her…her baby…and when I think about how unpredictable the world is I find myself in grief. Grief for my passed Sister and Grief for my living ones too.
Grief for the fact that there’s no such thing as a totally safe life or a perfect life—I think I mourn the joys we’ll never know along with all the “potential pain”. It’s unfair and it’s irrational — and if you let it … it’ll convince you that it’s real enough to keep you frozen in time, seeking a false sense of safety that doesn’t exist.
So I’ll end this with a lovenote to myself:
“Kiana, GO LIVE NOW…it’s not too late.”