One of the hardest? Navigating grief across oceans.
Just months after we arrived in the U.S., — my dearest high school friend and business partner — received a devastating diagnosis.
Despite the odds, she fought courageously and never lost her passion or sense of humour.
And now, her fight is over. Too soon.
From thousands of miles away, I’ve tried to walk this road of love, support, and heartbreak — often feeling helpless, often feeling like I should be there, but wasn’t.
Last week, I got on a plane and flew back to stand with our team. To honour her memory. To hold space for her family. To say goodbye in person.
What no one really tells you about emigrating is that you won’t just miss the birthdays, the braais, and the casual coffees.
You might also miss the hardest moments — the ones where presence matters most.
And that ache is unlike anything else.
But still, I am so grateful. For the years we had. That I was able to fly back and say goodbye. For the reminder that even across distance, love still finds a way to show up.
If you’ve ever had to grieve from afar — I see you.
If you’re walking through loss silently while rebuilding your life in a new country — you’re not alone.
