Healing

It’s Okay to Laugh

After death

We are no different than the flowers: we will continue to bloom and fall; to wither and renew. (Image on CANVA)

At twenty-five, someone very close to me passed.

His death was unexpected and sudden.

I can still remember the chicken dinner my mother put on the kitchen table for me to eat. The fragrant scent of garlic and paprika wafting to my nose.

“How can I eat when someone I love is no…