When my brother passed away young, suddenly, and unexpected, it was difficult to cope. There were days I could not bare to think of him, even though I truly believed
I would see him again, for I always had firm faith in the concept of life after death.


My mindset changed, however, when my son was born, as I was quickly reminded that there is life after death in this world too, and we must go on appreciating the life of this world until death do us part–even when it feels as though death has struck the emotions of the heart–even when it feels as though hardships are tearing us apart.


My husband Dereck and my brother Ibrahim at their high school graduation. (2008)

Posted by:Laila Ann Johnson

Love for all, hatred for none | Published Author | Female Empowerment Coach | Creator of "The Warrior of Love" Podcast