For almost two weeks, I sat staring at a blank screen. I knew a story was waiting to be written, but the words refused to come. One morning, while out for a walk, the fog lifted. As my feet found their rhythm, so did my thoughts. I realized I wanted to write about Father's Day, June 21, the day we chose to celebrate what would have been Kevin's 40th birthday. Looking back, I understand why it took so long. Some stories are not written by determination alone; they wait until t

This piece is a deeply personal reflection on grief, resilience, and what it means to keep living after profound loss. Inspired by a long-awaited journey to Cambodia, it explores the emotional and spiritual impact of visiting a country marked by unimaginable history, including the legacy of the Khmer Rouge regime. What began as a postponed trip due to COVID-19 became something far more meaningful—a journey intertwined with memory, faith, and the loss of a beloved son.

I didn’t truly grasp the complexity of suffering until I lost my beloved son, Kevin. Before his passing, I experienced pain like many others—disappointments, heartaches, and challenging times. Yet the kind of suffering that burrows deep into your soul and reshapes your view of the world was entirely foreign to me. Suffering, in its essence, transcends mere pain. It embodies the profound emotional, mental, or spiritual distress that weighs heavily on our hearts when something