A Morning Wrapped in Hurt and Memory
Good morning… but today those words feel heavy, almost impossible to say. My heart is hurting so deeply that it feels like the world has shifted beneath me. I keep replaying the memories of a niece who stepped into a place far bigger than herself—a young woman who carried the role of a mother to her seventy-two-year-old auntie without once complaining, hesitating, or faltering. She was my twin in spirit, my child in the eyes of everyone who saw us, and the heartbeat that kept me steady when life felt too much to bear. She stood behind me, beside me, and in front of me every minute of her life, shielding me from pain I didn’t even know was coming. This morning, the space she filled so effortlessly feels unbearably empty. And still, I find myself whispering into the silence: “I’ll never forget you, baby. Never.”
A Love That Lifted Every Burden
There were days when I was so heavenly burdened that I didn’t think I could take another step. Yet she stepped in, quietly and gently, lifting the weight off my shoulders and carrying it herself so I wouldn’t hurt or fall sick. Her love was the kind you don’t see often—the kind that heals, protects, and anchors without needing applause. She didn’t want to see me break, so she made herself strong. She didn’t want me to worry, so she carried the worry for me. That is the kind of heart she had. A heart that loved with a maturity far beyond her years. A heart that belonged to someone rare, someone precious, someone irreplaceable. Everyone believed she was my daughter because we moved through the world like a pair—matching spirits, matching strength, matching love. And now, every breath without her feels like a prayer I’m trying to understand, a lesson in loss I never wanted to learn.
A Cry to Heaven, A Plea for Strength
Fee Fee… Auntie loves you. Tell my babies I miss them. Tell them I love them. Tell them I’m holding on even though my hands are trembling. This pain is deep, Lord—deeper than words, deeper than tears. And so I lift my voice the only way I know how: Heavenly Father, I’m calling on You. Hold me in this darkness. Hold my family as grief washes over us. Cover us with Your peace, Your comfort, Your strength. For without You, this sorrow feels too heavy to carry. To everyone reading this, I ask from the bottom of my breaking heart—please keep me and my family in your prayers. Pray for our healing. Pray for our comfort. Pray that God steadies our steps as we walk through this valley. My baby is gone, but her love remains wrapped around me like a warm memory I will carry forever. And though the hurt is unbearable, I thank God for every moment He allowed her to be mine.