grief journey 2025-09-21T00:11:16Z
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Rain lashed against my Brooklyn apartment window last October, mirroring the storm inside me after losing Mom. I'd inherited her worn leather Bible, its pages thin as onion skin where her fingers had traced Psalm 23 countless times. That night, grief felt like drowning in alphabet soup - those elegant Hebrew letters blurred into meaningless scratches when I tried reading her favorite passage aloud. My throat tightened around רֹעִ֖י (ro'i), that deceptively simple word for "shepherd." Seminary tr
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Rain lashed against the hospital window like thousands of tapping fingers when I finally closed Mom's medical chart for the last time. The sterile scent of disinfectant clung to my clothes as I walked into a world suddenly devoid of her laughter, carrying nothing but a death certificate and this crushing void where my compass used to be. For weeks, I'd wake at 3 AM gasping, tangled in sheets damp with tears, only to face daylight's cruel bureaucracy - estate lawyers speaking in probate tongues,
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