A matter of time
 

Our first child, Fidel—is the heart of this website ... in early summer of 1995 Fidel lost his battle with leukemia . . . he was bright, compassionate, and full of promise. Losing him at just 19 years old changed my life forever...my name is Ada Fahnbulleh.'

In those early days, I was certain I would never laugh again, never smile, never find joy in anything. This is it, I thought. My life is over. The weight of grief was suffocating, consuming every part of me.

But with time, you learn. You learn to carry the pain, to make space for it without letting it drown you. You begin to cherish the small, beautiful moments that make life tolerable. But it takes effort—if you don’t actively seek out these moments, grief will trap you in an endless whirlwind of sorrow.

Grief is a journey you cannot avoid; you must go through it to emerge stronger. Developing coping mechanisms is essential to navigate this challenging path. It took nearly eleven years to start feeling normal again. Grief is like applying a plaster over a wound—each time you peel it away, the pain feels as raw as the day it first struck. The good news is that In Time you learn to live with the pain. In Time, you begin to feel normal again, In time you begin to smile and laugh again.  In time you begin to enjoy life again.