Finding Comfort in Signs

This afternoon, as I strolled through nature's autumnal masterpiece, my thoughts drifted to family—specifically, my late uncle Buzz, and the enduring absence felt by his wife, my aunt Kit, and their children. Uncle Buzz's passing last April left a void that no amount of preparation could ease. Reflecting on this, I found myself at a loss for comforting words about the grieving process. The truth is, it doesn't necessarily get better; it simply becomes different.

In the midst of these reflections, my thoughts turned to my own mother, who departed from this world twenty-two years ago. There are days when the grief feels as fresh and raw as if it were yesterday. Most days, I simply acknowledge its presence and tend to it as best I can. And then, as if in response to my musings, a sweet, floral scent filled the air, stopping me in my tracks. Looking down, I spotted a patch of sweet alyssum—a flower my mother adored. In that moment, my heart swelled with joy, knowing that she was sending me a message of love and presence.

I know my cousins and aunt experience similar moments—small signs that remind them of Uncle Buzz's enduring presence. I hope these signs bring them joy, even amidst the bittersweetness of loss.

Tonight, I extend my wish to all of you: may you hold your loved ones close and find solace in the knowledge that those who have left us are never truly far away. Peace and love to you, my dear ones.