Grief after losing a child, even an adult child, is a landscape that never fully returns to what it was before. The pain of watching a vibrant, purposeful life fade under the weight of cancer leaves scars that are both visible and invisible. Yet within that ache, there is also the quiet strength of remembering how bravely she lived, how fiercely she loved, and how determined she was to turn her suffering into something that might help others.
As her family moves forward, they carry both the heaviness of absence and the light of her legacy. Her children, still so young, are learning to hold their memories close while slowly shaping new routines around the space she left. In honoring her work, her laughter, and her courage, they find small moments of comfort. The love they shared did not end with her last breath; it remains, guiding them gently through each uncertain day.
