No Script for This: Loving Through Anticipatory Grief and Finding the Capacity for Joy

Thank you for being here with me.This is a tender season in my life. I am loving my mom while also slowly letting her go. There is no clean way to talk about that. No script for how to do it well.There are moments of sitting at her bedside and feeling everything at once. Love, grief, gratitude, exhaustion. Somehow even laughter still finds its way in.If you have been in a space like this, you know.And if you have not, you probably will someday.I am so grateful to share honestly with you in real time, and even more grateful to be witnessed in it. Your messages, your presence, your quiet listening all matter more than you know.Wherever you are, whatever you are holding, I hope you feel less alone.And somehow, even here, we keep finding our way back to joy.