Tragedy Struck

It’s been quite a ride, hasn’t it? It started in January 2020 when I arrived in Portugal, hoping to support my mom, with a little bit of a bittersweet feeling – I was also grieving the loss of my dad, who sadly passed away at the same time. I desperately wanted to see him one last time, but it just wasn’t meant to be.

Then, in December 2020, things took another turn. My brother fell ill, and in January 2021, we received the devastating news that he’d passed away from a blood clot. It was a huge shock, especially because we were so close, and honestly, it still feels a bit surreal.

Life kept moving, and in April 2021, we were in Kruger National Park when things got a little complicated. My life partner couldn’t travel with me – the reason remains a bit hazy, but he had to take a flight a few days later. So, Squire (my ridiculously lovable toy French poodle) and I headed off to Portugal via Amsterdam, utilizing a fantastic dog hotel where he could relax after the journey. The sheer joy on his face when he saw me the next morning – pure, unadulterated joy! He’s a bit of a character, Squire, and I wasn't about to leave him behind, even if it meant a bit of a travel ordeal.

We then settled into our temporary “safehouse,” a two-week quarantine situation. My partner eventually arrived, and it was a long, quiet time as my mom was nearby, but we couldn’t really connect. She was understandably fragile, still grappling with the loss of my dad and brother, and steadfastly refused the COVID vaccine, taking all precautions – thankfully, we were both fine!

After almost a year of living with my mom, we finally took the plunge and bought our first home in Portugal – a whole new chapter began!

Sadly, in December 2023, Squire finally crossed the rainbow bridge. He was a wonderful 14 years old, a bit of a grumpy old gentleman with hip dysplasia, but he was loved beyond measure.

And then, in December 2024, my mom was hospitalized with some abdominal pain. After nearly two and a half months, they delivered the news – bladder cancer. Watching her health decline was heartbreaking, and frankly, the doctors weren't the most communicative. It felt like I was navigating this all alone, grieving my dad, my brother, my beloved Squire, and now, my mom – all within just a few short years. It’s been a rollercoaster, to say the least, but I’m finding strength and comfort in the memories and the people who love and support me.