12/25/2025
Remembering my brother Lil Fella our first Christmas without him ππ½β₯οΈππ½β₯οΈππ½
This season isnβt only made of joy. Itβs also shaped by who isnβt here.
The empty chairs. The voices we still listen for. The people we carry quietly, even as the world keeps celebrating.
If youβre moving through the holidays with tenderness, memory, or loss close to the surface, youβre not doing it wrong. Love doesnβt disappear just because someone does.
Today, this wreath is a remembering. For those gone.
For what was shared. For what still lives in us.
Youβre allowed to hold both gratitude and grief, light and longing in the same breath. κ© Ella