When my precious Mum departed from this world

grief unexpectedly and suddenly entered our lives

it was like a heavy cloak that draped over everything

it has taken its toll on not only me who mourn her loss

but also on my darling husband who stands by my side

the unsung hero in my life, and in my darkest moments

a man of great kindness, understanding and compassion

As I have been grappling with the constant pain of my loss

I can see the reflection of my hurt and suffering in his eyes

but my husband, my unsung hero, who has been my rock

the one to hold me when I crumbled, dry my tears when I cry

catch me when I stumbled, listen to me when I need to talk

give me space when I need to be alone, most importantly

he has been the one to shoulder the heavy weight of my grief

Grief, in all its complexity, is a shared experience in our home

my husband, my unsung hero, who has been a pillar of strength

he knows that grieving the excruciating loss is not mine alone

and together, hand in hand, side by side, shoulder to shoulder

we have been remembering and celebrating her remarkable life

honouring her memory and the love she brought into our lives

together, knowing that, in each other, we find our acts of defiance

My unsung hero, who has been standing with me through it all 

catching each and every piece of my shattered heart as it falls

he has been the one, who does not want to see me lost to grief

as he aches to have me back, the woman who he fell in love with

our shared grief, stirred a longing for the normalcy we once had

together, it has been a mutual desire and a shared yearning for

the restoration of what we have been lost - a loss for both of us