Sometimes we disappear. Life pulls us under, pain clouds our voice, and we forget how to sing. But then something stirs, a memory surfaces, or a truth rises and suddenly, we start humming again. Not the same tune, but a braver one. A freer one. This is mine.

After the sudden loss of her 14-year-old son Issac, I wrote this letter to my friend Kara an expression of shared sorrow, spiritual hope, and the invisible threads of love that connect us through unspeakable pain.