Our lives are a journey that is full of experiences that mould us, define who we are, and frequently cause our hearts to break. It occurred on me today, as I was struggling with a subtle sense of sorrow, that it has been seventeen years since my cherished sister, Fawn Patrice Stewart-Turner, departed this world. I was able to come to terms with this realisation.
I was suddenly struck by the realisation, which was like a gentle wave that brought back memories of a pain that time has not yet totally healed. It happened on a Sunday, a day that has taken on a profound significance in my heart ever since it happened.
An unanticipated turn of events occurred seventeen years ago, and it has irrevocably changed the course of our lives. On the Sunday in question, Fawn Patrice, a brilliant soul who was filled to the brim with life and joy, passed away, leaving behind a gap that could never be filled. The enormous influence that she had on our lives is evidenced by the fact that the shock of her unexpected loss continues to linger even after all these years have passed.
Recollections are the threads that are used to weave the fabric of our existence, which is a tapestry that includes our lives. The memory of Fawn Patrice will be preserved in the innumerable moments that we have experienced together, including the laughter that reverberated throughout family get-togethers, the warmth of her hug, and the knowledge that she passed on to us. It is a monument to the eternal power of love and the unconquerable spirit of individuals we hold dear that these memories continue to be vivid despite the passage of time.
This Sunday, which is the anniversary of Fawn Patrice’s passing, has become a day of reflection and a day to honour her legacy as I reflect on the days leading up to her departure. The experience of grief is similar to that of a silent companion who walks alongside us, unexpectedly appearing but educating us about the great depth of love. Rather than lamenting the life that she has lost, I made the decision to celebrate the life that she has lived today. It is possible that the passage of time will make the edges of sadness more bearable, but the love that we feel for those who have left us will only grow deeper.
Despite the fact that Fawn Patrice is not physically here, she lives on in the cherished memories, the lessons taught, and the love that continues to bring our family together. The lovely breeze that rustles through the trees and the warmth of the sunlight that bathes us in its radiance are both manifestations of her presence that we can physically feel.
