Grief has a way of making us forget the small things — the ordinary moments that made the person we lost entirely themselves. So this week I want to ask you something simple. What is one small, ordinary thing about your person that you never want to forget? Not the big moments. Not the milestones. The small ones. The ones that were entirely theirs. The way they laughed. The way they took their tea. The phrase they always used. The song they sang when they thought nobody was listening. The way they said your name. Share it here. Say their name. Let us meet them — not just in your grief, but in who they actually were. I’ll go first. My dad Bram always smiled so much. You could hear him before you saw him. My mom Betty made the best beef stew — and she never once used a recipe. I’ve tried to make it since she died. It never tastes quite the same. What’s yours? 🌿

Every Monday I post a new reflection question — something gentle to help you process what you're carrying and put words around what's hard to say. You never have to answer. You can read and sit with it quietly. But if something comes up, this is a safe place to say it — and you won't be saying it alone. Come back whenever the prompt calls you. There's no deadline and no wrong answer. 🌿