We suffered loss as a family this year. A loss that hit us hard. My step sister, Victoria, died at 22 years old while 25 weeks pregnant with her first baby; a little boy she was naming Abel. It was unexpected, unfair and heartbreaking. We are still trying to move on, to get by to grieve and live and find a balance between them both.
But today I wanted to talk to you about something both related and not. It was Victoria’s death that made me think about it, about writing about it, even though I have dealt with it before and I wanted to share that as both context and as a chance to say her name as part of my own healing process. Death and grieve are incredibly difficult for everyone to deal with, regardless or who or where or how. Everyone across the board struggles with loss. Everyone grieves and copes in their own ways by their own means. I want to say that first and foremost for I would never deny anyone their right to process and grieve and heal however it is that they need to.
And for many people that involves religion. But for me it does not.