I never truly understood grief until I had to face it as an adult. I remember watching my mother mourn the loss of her own mother. I was just a kid then — my pain was different, simpler in some ways, filtered through a child’s limited understanding.But now, as an adult who has to wake up every day, face the world, feed myself, keep up with my hygiene, and show up for work, grief looks very different. There are moments when I catch myself staring off, fighting back tears, remembering that I can no longer pick up the phone and call my grandmother.For so long, I wanted to get back to “normal.” But somewhere along the way, that changed. Months ago, God placed something — or someone — in my life that I didn’t realize I needed. Looking back, I’m grateful for that divine timing, because I’m not sure how much harder this journey would have been without it.Grief is strange. It teaches you about love, loss, and resilience all at once. And on the hardest days — the days when getting out of bed feels impossible — I find myself asking:How do you show up for yourself when your heart is still healing?