A personal story about grief, love, and the small, everyday acts that help us heal. A reminder that healing doesn’t always arrive in big ways — sometimes it’s as simple as someone bringing you coffee.
The night my Dad graduated to heaven, as I was lying in bed my friend Cherelle (lives in TX) called me and said "I know, sistah... I'm here" that was it. My heart was broken and I cried my eyes swollen that night. She just stayed on the phone silent. It was exactly what I needed in that moment. A phone call, 4 words, and silent love.🥹
However, a good cup of coffee can always make my heart skippity doo da! 😘
Love & Miss you Sandra Dawling! Thank you for sharing your heart ❤️
💬 LET'S DISCUSS: What's your version of "someone brought me coffee"? What's the small act of love that's carried you through a hard moment?
This was beautiful, Sandra. I cried reading it, because I understand the loss of a brother. Love you so much.
Sending you a hug, Cinda! 🫂❤️ Loss sucks so much.
The night my Dad graduated to heaven, as I was lying in bed my friend Cherelle (lives in TX) called me and said "I know, sistah... I'm here" that was it. My heart was broken and I cried my eyes swollen that night. She just stayed on the phone silent. It was exactly what I needed in that moment. A phone call, 4 words, and silent love.🥹
However, a good cup of coffee can always make my heart skippity doo da! 😘
Love & Miss you Sandra Dawling! Thank you for sharing your heart ❤️
Awww, Louisa, I love you. Thanks so much for sharing this very personal story. I can’t wait to see you and hug you in person! 🫂❤️😘