Losing a loved one is never easy. But what happens when we feel pressure to only remember the good and ignore the bad? In this blog post, I share my personal journey of learning to embrace the truth and find healing in the midst of grief.
I no longer subscribe to the “Don’t speak ill of the dead” mantra. Why? Because it almost kilt me, yes I said kilt. 🤦🏽♀️ After the death of my mother I was succumb by guilt, shame and regret, because our relationship wasn’t pretty all the time and I couldn’t speak on it. But what I’ve learned is that love truly does cover a multitude of sin. I couldn’t get to the joy, and overcome the grief, if I couldn’t resolve the fact that thorns grow attached to the rose. I couldn’t resolve that she did the best she could if I couldn’t acknowledge the wrong that sometimes manifested. I actually dishonor her memory when I try to hide the bad...
