Dear First name / friend,
After fourteen months of writing, pausing, and starting again, I’m relieved and humbled to share that I’ve finished the first draft of my mom’s memoir.
This book isn’t just about her story… it’s a window into grief in all its forms. Not just the grief of losing someone but the invisible losses we carry throughout our lives: of time, identity, and dreams left unrealized. It is also a reflection of something deeply human…
That life is beautiful and brutal, we all carry battles unseen, and that love, even when imperfect, remains the strongest thread holding us together.
Writing this memoir has been the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’ve sat with my mom’s silent battles, traced her decline through mental illness, and relived the days leading up to her death. Some moments felt as though I was writing with her, hearing her voice fill the spaces between my thoughts. On other days, I was overwhelmed by her absence, as though the grief itself was pushing back against the process.
This first draft is far from perfect, but the hardest part is done. I’m now stepping into the editing phase, where I’ll refine the raw truth of her story—of our story.
My hope is that it will resonate with anyone who has grieved a loved one, struggled to be seen, or loved someone through their darkest moments. In the end, grief connects us. It’s the price of love and the mark of what matters most.
Thank you for being a part of this journey. Your support has carried me through the hardest days, and I can’t wait to share more with you as I move closer to publication.
As always…
