
08/19/2025
Grief has its own calendar โ and my heart feels it today. ๐
Thirteen years ago, my mother was preparing to go into a hospice bed.
None of us knew the exact moment she would leave this earth, but we prepared.
We drove her to the beach so she could see the ocean, got Filipino food (especially halo halo - her fave), sat with her, loved her, and honored her readiness for this sacred transition.
This week, my body remembered before my mind did. My heart feels tender, heavy, achy โ the way grief moves through the body when an anniversary comes near. And I sat in quiet to listen.
Grief doesnโt just live in our memories. It lives in the body. It whispers in our chest, stirs tears to the surface, and reminds us of the love that never ends. ๐
Instead of resisting it, I place my hand over my heart and listen. The ache is love. The tenderness is memory. The heaviness is my body saying: โI remember. She mattered. I am honored to be her daughter.โ
So this week, I am journaling, meditating, lighting a candle and honoring my mother โ my beloved ancestor. Remembering all the beautiful moments mom supported me and loved me.
Grief is not something to โget over.โ It is love that still flows.
๐ซ What if grief is simply love, grounding you in remembrance?
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Hi, Iโm Bessie โ Former Licensed Therapist turned Certified Spiritual Mentor. I help women navigate life transitions, trust their intuition and release what no longer serves them to create lives & bodies they love. -`โกยด-
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