It’s a Saturday, 15h33 and I’m on a flight to Sao Paolo, Brazil - a 10-hour connecting flight from Cape Town (connected from Johannesburg). I’m sitting in an aisle seat, jamming to Elaine via the inflight entertainment channel whilst a little baby next to me is unsettled. Both parents are trying to calm him down but his cries are warranted. The flight is long and I can imagine, uncomfortable for him. The mom continually sings “twinkle twinkle little star”, with the hope to soothe him. Between...

Some weeks back someone I know posted a quote that said: “how nice is it to be exhausted from the things we prayed for.” So when I shared about how exhausted I was about work trips I was scheduled to take, my sisters’ reminder that I prayed for all this hit me like a ton of ice. I sobered up quickly and remembered… See, growing up, one of my favourite past times was magazine reading – something my mom passed on to me. I enjoyed the features, testing my knowledge with crossword puzzles or...

One thing I’ve come to learn is that grief is not a linear journey. It doesn’t follow a schedule and it certainly doesn’t fold neatly. For many, the pain of loss softens over time but it never truly disappears. It lingers quietly, tucked away in the corners of our hearts until something or someone brings it back, most times, unintentionally. One of the most unexpected triggers for this resurgence is witnessing someone else’s grief or conversations around holiday plans. When someone close to...