Healing doesn’t always look like Easter morning. Sometimes it feels more like Good Friday — or the silence of Saturday. In this personal reflection on Easter and healing, I share what carried me through cancer, faith, and the in-between. If you’re still waiting for your resurrection moment… you’re not alone.

Thirteen years after losing my mom to Stage 4 breast cancer—and two years after my own diagnosis—I finally understand the strength she carried. This is a story of grief, grace, and the legacy of love she left behind.

April is a hard month. It holds the memories of my mom’s final days and the quiet strength she carried.