Death is inevitable, we will all leave this world one day. Yet knowing this does not make death easy. It still arrives heavy. It still asks us to grieve. It still reminds us of how deeply we love.
When death comes after a long, full life, it can feel like a quiet celebration — a gentle honouring of years lived, lessons shared, and love given. But when it takes a young life, it feels different. It feels unfinished. It hurts in ways words cannot fully hold.
We search for meaning. We ask why. We replay moments, rewrite endings, imagine what could have been. But some things remain beyond us. We do not always get answers. And so, in humility, we leave what we cannot carry to God , who sees what we cannot see, who understands what we cannot know.
In grief, we hold on to faith.
In sorrow, we choose trust.
And in loss, we remember that love does not end with death.
Love remains in the echo of laughter, in the stories retold, in the quiet moments when memory feels like presence. Love remains in the way we live, in the kindness we offer, in the courage we find to keep going.
To lose someone young is to carry both pain and legacy. It is to mourn what was, and honour what still is. Their life, though brief, mattered. Their light, though gone, still glows in the hearts they touched.
So we do not forget.
We do not rush past the ache.
We remember, fully, fiercely and faithfully.
Because love, once given, does not vanish.
It becomes part of us.
And that is how they live on.
