Loss of any kind is difficult. Whether it is a broken romantic relationship, the loss of a job, or the death of a beloved family member…loss burns an excruciating wound in our hearts that will never fully heal on this side of eternity.

Since my mother transitioned to the Kingdom of God two years ago, I am completely broken. My family, which used to be very large, has dwindled dramatically over the past 40 years. My maternal and paternal grandparents, a plethora of aunts, uncles, and cousins, my eldest brother, and my father and mother have all gone on to receive their crowns in the presence of Christ. My family circle now consists of me, my sister and her son, my youngest brother and his two children, and the remaining four children of my eldest brother. I am not alone, but I absolutely miss everyone in my family who is no longer here.

One thing I find helpful in coping with and healing from loss is the creative arts. Writing, dancing, sewing, crocheting, practicing the violin, and listening to music all bring me comfort and peace. This encourages me to continue discovering who I am, since many who made me who I am, now belong to the wisdom of the ancestors.

The memories of my loved ones continue to mold me as a resilient and proud Black woman as I nurture my faith in God and look to Christ for hope and possibility. And so, I dedicate this space as a safe place where I grieve and mourn and yet still dream and believe that all whom I love are surrounding me and guiding me through the remainder of my life.

With reverence, I reference the mighty wisdom of God as I say: I am still a tree planted by the water, with roots as deep as the ocean, and I shall not be moved.