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When Grief Hits Twice: Losing My Brother and Mother Months Apart

 

Grief has a way of shaking us to our core. It doesn’t knock politely. It doesn’t give us time to prepare. It simply arrives — heavy, unexpected, and overwhelming.

 

For me, grief came twice in one season of my life. I lost my brother, and only four months later, I lost my mother. It felt like too much to bear. And in the middle of it, I asked God questions I never thought I would ask.

 

The Day I Lost My Brother

 

My brother was more than family — he was a piece of my foundation. When cancer took him, I felt as though the ground beneath me gave way. Watching someone you love suffer is painful, but losing them altogether is indescribable.

 

The day he left this earth, a part of me broke that I didn’t know could break. I kept asking, “Lord, why him? Why now?”

 

Four Months Later, Another Loss

 

Just when I thought I couldn’t feel more shattered, my mother passed away. Four months after burying my brother, I was standing at another grave, this time of the woman who gave me life.

 

The sorrow came in waves, stronger than any river I had faced as a child. This time, it wasn’t water pulling me under — it was grief.

 

Wrestling With God

 

I won’t sugarcoat it: I was angry. I was confused. I felt abandoned.

 

I remember crying out, “God, where are You? How can You let this happen?”

 

In that raw space, I didn’t feel strong. I didn’t feel faithful. I felt lost. And yet, even in my questioning, I began to sense something steady: God’s presence. Not in a loud voice, not in a miracle that reversed my loss — but in the quiet comfort that whispered, “I am still here.”

 

What Grief Taught Me About God

 

Grief taught me lessons I didn’t ask for, but lessons I carry now:

 

  • God is close to the brokenhearted. (Psalm 34:18)
  • He doesn’t promise a life without loss, but He promises His presence through it.
  • Tears don’t mean your faith is weak — they mean you’re human, and God meets you there.
  • Healing doesn’t erase the memory of loss, but it gives you strength to keep moving forward.

 

Encouragement for You

 

Maybe you’ve felt what I felt — that grief would drown you. That life as you knew it was over. That you couldn’t see beyond the pain.

 

I want to remind you: if you are still breathing, there is still purpose. The same Father who carried me through double loss can carry you, too. You may not feel Him, but He is near. You may not see the full picture, but He is holding you.

 

You are not walking through this valley alone.

 

A Verse That Carried Me

 

“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18

 

Final Word

 

When I look back, I see that grief didn’t destroy me — it shaped me. It deepened my faith. It gave me the courage to write my book, Father Never Leaves Me, so that others walking through grief would know they are not forgotten by God.

 

If you’re hurting, if you’ve lost someone you love, I pray this story speaks life into your spirit. Hold on to this truth: the Father never leaves you.

 

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