Building a new life | The Other Side Of De

Grief doesn’t end.

But life does return—quietly, slowly, gently.

I began to walk the London Loop.

I wrote stories for my sons and grandchildren.

I planned small adventures.

I began to think about a website to support others.

I found pockets of peace I didn’t expect.

Your “new life” won’t look like your old one.

It will grow from different soil.

But it can still be full of love, curiosity, and meaning.

This chapter is where hope begins to reappear—not loudly, but like morning light through curtains.