The truth is, I can’t control the day or when my loved ones fall ill or depart this life. I can’t predict when grief’s bitter hand will shatter my world again. I don’t know when my final breath will expel from my lungs. There’s one thing I am certain of—I love deeply. At times, it’s felt like a curse and the root of my pain. Yet, it’s the one thing that’s been unfailing through everything.
