Seven years of growth and change

My husband always spoke to me about seven-year cycles and itches. I didn’t pay much attention at first, but it stuck in my mind. I did some research and found no scientific evidence to support the concept, but it resonated with my husband, who was a skeptic. As I approach the seventh year since Tahu’s passing, I can’t help but feel the winds of change. The grief journey has been a difficult one, filled with shock and emotions that I had to suppress to be there for my children.

I consider myself aspiritual, not spiritual. I have always been hesitant to explore the unseen world. Tahu used to say I was closed off, unable to connect with emotions. Despite this, I have found strength in translating old manuscripts and dealing with sensitive topics without being weighed down by them.

In the seven years since Tahu’s death, I have felt his presence in subtle ways. I would wake up feeling his hand on mine, and my son even cleansed the house to help him move on. We noticed signs like red skies and birds, which we interpreted as messages from Tahu. After certain milestones, I felt him stepping back, knowing that he was in a better place.

As my son grows from a 9-year-old boy to a young man of 16, I see how much has changed in seven years. I have also evolved, wondering if Tahu would recognize the person I have become. The passage of time feels both long and fleeting, a reminder of the growth and transformation we experience in the wake of loss.