When I lost my loved ones, I thought healing meant learning how to carry grief. Four years later, I think it taught me something else. It taught me how to pay attention. To sunsets. To conversations. To ordinary moments I used to rush through. To the people I still have. I saw this word today here on Instagram: Nepenthe. Something that makes you forget grief or suffering. And honestly? I don’t want to forget. I don’t want to erase the people I loved. I don’t want to pretend they never existed. What I want is to live fully enough that grief becomes part of my story instead of the whole story. Because grief didn’t just change how I think about death. It changed how I think about life. Now I call my mother more often. I tell people I love them. I worry less about stupid things. And I pay attention to moments that once would have passed me by. Maybe that’s the strange gift hidden inside loss. Not forgetting. Remembering what matters. 🤍 If you’re learning how to bu...