01/20/2026
One year.
365 days.
Not one that I haven’t thought about you.
January 20, 2025 will forever be the day you were set free, and the day darkness and grief took hold of me.
The day my heart shattered into a million pieces.
The day the hope we held onto so tightly was lost in an instant.
The day my faith was shaken to my core.
What a paradox that day, and this whole year, have been. All my emotions tangled up in one another. Never would I wish for you to suffer for one more minute to be back here, but the pain that came from not having you on Earth has been so much deeper than I could’ve ever imagined.
The darkness and heaviness took over for a long time and I gave up all purpose. I was angry with God for not following through with the miracle we all prayed for and expected. I was devastated that the Earth lost such a bright light, and we lost one of our people. It just didn’t seem fair, and I couldn’t understand.
I still don’t. But I’ve been able to accept that I never will. I won’t ever know the answers to all the questions I was desperately demanding from God. And I’ve learned that deep faith means not knowing and trusting anyway. It means reflecting and looking at things from a different perspective, and realizing that maybe the prayers sent up were actually answered, just not in the way we envisioned.
I believe you are more full of love, light, and peace than this world could’ve given you. And God knew, so he rewarded you with the freedom you deserved after all the determination, bravery, and faith you had throughout your years on Earth.
Fly free Min - you deserve nothing but the best
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