In the year following my mother’s passing, I traveled to Puerto Rico to help my siblings settle her estate. Part of that process was preparing the home I grew up in to sell. To keep the property in the family, my sister agreed to purchase it.
It was both emotionally and physically exhausting. The most difficult moments were when I had to donate, sell, or dispose of her belongings. My eyes filled with tears throughout, yet I hold deep gratitude for the few items my family set aside for me. I keep them visible in my home so I can continue to feel close to her.
As I move forward from this chapter, I’m grateful for the time we shared. Losing a loved one is never easy, but remembering and honoring the life they lived can make healing gentler.
Her passing has made my own mortality more apparent, reminding me not to take life for granted. We leave this world with only the memories of how we lived. Grief teaches acceptance, gratitude, and growth. If you’ve experienced loss, I hope you find comfort, healing, or the closure you need, whenever you’re ready.