Iman Syed | Seasons of grief: A year's reflection on healing
It’s my 21st birthday today. Watching my friends slowly celebrate this American milestone — a newfound expression of freedom falling on their faces — a pang of jealousy fills my stomach. I’ve been dreading my own 21st birthday. It’s a painful reminder of what happened exactly one year ago on that crisp autumn afternoon, that fateful Philadelphia October day on my 20th birthday. The call from my father informing me of a family accident would forever change the meaning of the day, forever change my family life, and forever create a wound that will never fully heal. It is a day linked to trauma, grief, and suffering. We were never the same. I entered my seasons of healing.