This morning, I was having a peaceful breakfast.
Just an ordinary moment—sharing a quiet conversation with the father of my children—until something shifted. A scream from outside broke the stillness. Sharp. Heart-wrenching. I stood up and followed the sound, instinctively. The neighbor’s door was wide open. I climbed the stairs, heart pounding. And there she was.
A young woman, crying with a pain that shook something deep inside me.
I didn’t ask what was wrong.
I didn’t need to know.
I simply opened my arms and held her. Tightly. Her body trembled. Her grief spilled into mine. Later I learned she had come to visit her mother… and found her lifeless in bed.
The rawness of that moment stayed with me. I walked back home with tears in my eyes—not just for her, but for every one of us who has ever lost someone we love.
The Fear Behind It All
There is something about death that touches a primal place in us.
Something we rarely name.
As I sat with my emotions, I felt a quiet truth rising from within:
Every fear we carry… is a fear of death.
Not only of physical death, but of all its shadows:
The death of what we love.
The death of who we once were.
The death of certainty.
The death of control.
We fear endings because we forget what comes after.
But endings are not the enemy—they are the threshold.
The Soul Doesn’t Die
I believe that deeply. The soul isn’t bound by the body. It returns—not to a faraway place, but to a presence that always was. A quiet knowing. A subtle vibration. A home we’ve never truly left.
Her mother, like my father years ago, returned to that space. The one that holds us when the world breaks. The one that reminds us:
Nothing real can ever be lost.
And yet, grief still aches.
We miss the hands.
The voices.
The presence.
We know they are free…
But we long for the warmth of their skin.
A Shared Grief, A Shared Love
As I walked back into my home, the tears still falling, I realized this grief isn’t mine alone. It’s collective.
It’s a sacred thread that binds us all.
When we lose someone, something in us opens.
Wider.
Softer.
More alive.
Grief teaches us how to love beyond the physical. How to remember that everything changes—
but nothing truly ends.
What I Know Now
The body dies.
But the essence… the soul… remains.
And every fear we carry?
It’s just a part of us that hasn’t remembered this truth yet.
Those we love walk beside us still. In silence. In dreams. In the way we show up for others who are grieving—just like I did today, without thinking, when I held her.
If you’ve lost someone…
If you’re afraid of losing…
Let this be your reminder:
You’re not alone.
They’re not gone.
And love is always stronger than death.