There are some losses in life that leave us hollow, quietly rearranging the world we thought we knew. On May 22, 2025, I lost my dearest Catherine — not just a companion, but the light that filled my days and the gentle warmth that comforted my nights. Since the moment she left, I have been trying to navigate the emptiness she left behind.
Catherine was more than just a loved one. She was my confidante, my safe place, my truest friend. Her presence brought a quiet kind of joy, the kind you don’t fully realize is holding you together until it’s gone. The silence she left is deafening. The spaces where she once was — the chair she loved, the routines we shared — now stand as bittersweet reminders of the beautiful life we had together.
There are days when the grief feels unbearable, as if the air itself has grown heavier without her in it. I find myself talking to her still, whispering thoughts into the quiet, hoping that somehow, she can hear me wherever she is. The bond we shared doesn’t end here. Love like this doesn’t fade with time or distance. It simply changes form.
Catherine gave me countless memories, moments of laughter, comfort, and pure happiness. Those memories are now my most precious treasures. They are the lifelines I hold onto when the ache feels too sharp, when the longing feels too deep.
I don’t know what comes next. I don’t know what the days ahead will look like without her. But I do know this: my love for Catherine will never fade. And I carry the hope, quietly, tenderly, that we will meet again someday — wherever that may be.
Until that day comes, my dearest Catherine, I will hold you close in my heart. I will remember you in every sunrise, in every peaceful moment, in every quiet breeze. I will live in a way that honors you, with the love and gentleness you always showed me.
Goodbye for now, sweetheart. Until we meet again.
