10/11/2025
Today, Omja attended the most beautiful Celebration of Life.
As I leave Marta's celebration of life, which I must say was incredibly beautiful, I’m holding close one simple truth from the beauty herself: "You have no idea how lucky you are to be alive."
Alive — to feel the morning sun on your skin.
Alive — to take a deep breath and watch the world move.
Alive — to argue, to laugh, to love, to cry, to dream again.
We take it all for granted, until someone we love no longer can.
Grief changes everything. It humbles you. It softens you. It strips away ego, judgment, and pretense until only what’s real remains — love.
Accept. Forgive. Have compassion. We are all trying our best. No one is perfect. Stop the bitchy pretension. Stop the hate. Life is too fragile to waste on resentment.
To those I’ve crossed paths with — whether it’s been a moment, months, or years — I love you. Please forgive my stupidity. I’ve also forgiven your idiotic, heartless craziness. That’s what love asks of us — to see beyond the hurt, to find understanding where there once was anger.
Someone shared the other day, “You and so-and-so aren’t even friends anymore — why are you still in touch with her family?”
My answer was simple: love is unconditional. It doesn’t have an expiry date. I love her family. And I still love her — I always will.
Then there’s cancer. F**k cancer. Truly. It steals, it breaks, it takes too much — and still, it can’t kill love. Let’s learn about it. Let’s talk about it. Let’s do better — for those we’ve lost and those still fighting.
For everyone who has held my family, including Krueger, close to your heart during our walk with grief — thank you. Your love has carried us in ways I can never repay.
The journey of grief is like no other. It rips you apart, but in the breaking, you discover grace, truth, and a love that transcends even death.
So if you ever meet grief — and I truly hope you don’t anytime soon — remember this: love is more powerful than hate. Always.