Love, Loss, and Living After.
"I wish there was a medicine for grief, but sadly there isn’t. We have no choice but to face it fully, no matter how long it takes. You’ve got to feel it—cry, talk it out—and then, hopefully, one day, just one day, it starts to hurt a little less." — Gbemisola, 2025 When my brother died, the first feeling I experienced was numbness. Then came the intense sadness, followed by guilt— and then anger. I was angry at myself, and at him too. I desperately wanted him to wake up from where he was lying. I hoped he was just sleeping, that he’d get up soon. But as the minutes turned into hours, nothing happened. There was no movement from the room where he lay. I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Even though I believe in miracles, I thought—maybe this one is too much to ask from God. Maybe His will cannot be overturned. Or maybe my faith was just not enough. No matter how many pep talks I give myself about him being in a better place, or how much I tell myself that God loves ...