I remember from my childhood very vividly my dad wearing a shirt with a crane on the back of it. Inside of the crane’s mouth was a frog with its hands wrapped around the crane’s neck that refused to be swallowed. That resonated with me throughout the years. It was a testament to my parents’ hard work and perseverance.
At the end of the day, I will make it. I am my mother’s daughter, and I know she passed on at least a fraction of her strength to her baby girl. I have hope. I have faith. And I definitely have love. But I’d like to let everyone know that I need time. The last thing I need is another person telling me how to live or how to respond. I need time to reflect, time to regroup, and time to look after me. So I just wanted to let you all know that I’m okay, I’m just going through this human emotion of grieving. I don’t want your sympathy, just understanding. I hurt, but I will be fine.