My grief journey has been one of those seasons. When my father passed away unexpectedly in 1998, it was a violent death that left me in shock. As his next of kin, I had to manage all the details — the arrangements, the aftermath — while carrying a complicated relationship with him. I wasn’t at peace with him. I held years of anger and regret, and for a long time, that grief stayed stuck inside me. It wasn’t until this past year that I was able to find forgiveness for him… and for myself.
