08/22/2026
Coming back to Guyana, South America—the place where I grew up—but this time under circumstances I never imagined.
I returned home to lay my brother to rest. 🤍
Being back here, surrounded by familiar places, memories, and the land that shaped me, has made this journey even more emotional. There is something deeply powerful about coming home during a time of loss.
This past year has been one of the hardest seasons of my life. After my fall last September, surgeries, physical healing, losing friends, and now losing my brother, I’ve experienced a depth of pain I never expected.
And yet, even in the middle of grief, I can still say:
**Life is still sweet. Life is still good.**
There has been love in the pain.
There have been blessings in the heartbreak.
There have been moments of grace I will never forget.
Losing my brother is a journey I know I will be carrying for a long, long time. But being here, in the place where I grew up, saying goodbye to him has reminded me to cherish family, memories, and every moment we are given.
I’m still healing.
I’m still grieving.
I’m slowly coming back into myself.
And through it all, I’m learning to embrace the bittersweet moments and keep moving forward—with love, gratitude, and my brother forever in my heart.
**The journey continues.** 🙏🏾🤍
