11/07/2025
🌹 “Still I Stand — By God’s Grace”
These past two years have felt like a storm that wouldn’t end.
One goodbye after another —
Maria, my friend with a kind soul,
Morris, my brother who made us laugh,
Tracey, my coworker with a bright spirit,
Bishop Bernard, a man of faith and guidance,
John, my father-in-law with gentle wisdom,
Connie, my sister, my heart,
Brenda, my brother’s fiancée who felt like family,
Harold, my uncle with quiet strength,
Ira, my father — my first teacher in love,
Clarence, my uncle who always showed up,
Kim, my sister-mother-in-law, who always smiled when I prayed for her,
Roosevelt, my brother, gone too soon.and even more whose names I carry quietly in my heart.
Each name carries a story,
Each story carries a piece of my heart.
There were moments I thought I couldn’t take another loss,
nights when I cried until morning light.
But through every tear, every silence, every ache —
God was there.
He never left me.
When my knees hit the floor, His arms lifted me higher.
When I couldn’t speak, His Spirit spoke for me.
When I couldn’t see the way forward,
His light still shined through the darkness.
I miss them all more than words can say,
but I find peace in knowing they are resting in glory,
their love still wrapped around me in quiet ways.
Grief may have broken parts of me —
but faith rebuilt what pain tried to destroy.
So I’ll keep standing.
I’ll keep trusting.
I’ll keep believing that even in this,
God is still good, and His grace is still enough.
I miss them all every day, but I trust they’re resting in peace and that God is still writing my story — even through the broken pieces. Please keep me and our family in your prayers as we keep walking forward by faith. 🙏🏽
🕊️ In loving memory of those I’ve lost — and in gratitude for the God who still carries me.
If you’re grieving too, know that you’re not alone. God is still faithful — even in the storm. 🌤️💔