Late 2019 was the last time I wrote a public blog.
So much has unfolded since then. While I continued sharing moments with friends and family on social media, I quietly stepped away from the public space — taking time to reset, to heal, and to find myself again. Over time, my love for writing returned. I’ve been sharing reflections through personal posts with loved ones and friends, and now it feels like the right time to open this space again and share my stories through a formal blog.
Let me take you back.
In February 2020, my world changed in an instant.
My soulmate. My husband of 29 years. One ordinary day, Arthur simply didn’t come home from work.
Instead, I stood alone in the house as flashing lights filled the driveway. A single police officer knocked at my door around 9pm and delivered the news that would alter our lives forever. My husband had been on his way home, travelling on the metro. He hadn’t even reached the second stop when he collapsed. I was later told he was surrounded by kind, compassionate strangers who tried to help. Paramedics arrived and did everything they could, but it was not meant to be. He went from the metro… straight to the morgue.
From that moment on, our world — and the worlds of those who loved him — were changed forever.
As a mum, a grandmother, and a member of a large family and circle of friends, it wasn’t only my own heart I was tending to. I found myself supporting those around me as they tried to make sense of an unimaginable loss. Within my close circle, I was the first to experience a loss of this magnitude. Yes, there had been deaths in the family before — but this was different. This was close to home. Close to the heart. And it changed everything.
It was challenging, to say the least.
Yet when I look back, one of my proudest moments was giving Arthur the send-off he deserved — a farewell filled with love, honour, and even celebration — just before the world closed down with COVID. Pulling together a funeral, a gathering, supporting grieving loved ones, and simultaneously beginning plans to build a granny flat was no small feat. It stretched me in ways I didn’t know were possible.
And through it all, I was held. By family. By friends. By colleagues. By quiet acts of kindness that carried me through when I couldn’t see the path ahead.
As I revive this blog, I’ll be sharing openly about grief, the journeys I’ve taken, and the learnings that have shaped me into the soul I am today.
So much has unfolded in the nearly six years since Arthur’s passing. Would I change things if I could? Absolutely. And yet, for the most part, I feel proud of how I’ve moved through this chapter — and beyond it. Not without many tears. Not without doubt. But with courage I didn’t know I had.
Now, exciting times are unfolding as I step into the next chapter of my life. One guided by deeper purpose, softer living, and a heart more open than ever before.
If these words resonate with you, I invite you to walk alongside me as this next chapter unfolds. I’ll be sharing reflections on grief, healing, purpose, spiritual connection, life transitions, and the quiet magic found along the way. I warmly welcome your questions, thoughts, and reflections in the comments.
This is a shared space of connection and conversation. And if you know someone who may benefit from the topics I’ll be exploring — grief, healing, life transitions, purpose, and soul-led living — please feel free to share this blog with them too. Sometimes, a single story or moment of recognition can make all the difference.
You’re warmly welcome here — exactly as you are. The journey continues 🤍✨
Sharon Tunley 