
Challenging situations happen to everyone. The difference lies in how we respond to these challenges. We can choose to be reactive, or we can choose to learn from the lessons each situation brings.
One of the most challenging experiences I faced was dealing with the death of my mother and the subsequent grief. Grief is intensely personal and can be consuming. A year before I graduated from college, I had an ominous dream where I saw my mother in a coffin. I woke up crying, my greatest fear being the loss of my parents, who were my advisers and confidants.
I called my mother immediately to check on her well-being. She reassured me that she was fine, and we dismissed the dream as a mere nightmare. Later that year, I moved to Bordeaux, France, to continue my French studies. After six months overseas, I returned to Los Angeles for my graduation, a joyous occasion celebrated with friends and family. I received a full-time job offer at the accounting firm where I had worked part-time during college and moved into a new place with roommates.
Just as I was settling into my new life and career, I received a phone call from my father, which was unusual as my mother usually initiated our calls. A feeling of dread washed over me as my father’s voice cracked while delivering the bad news: my mother had developed stage four cancer. My greatest fear had manifested. Though I wanted to break down, I held it together until the end of the workday.
There was no question in my mind—I needed to go home to San Jose to be with my mother. I was angry at God, even though I knew I needed His support the most during this time. My mother’s condition felt like a death sentence. With a heavy heart, I resigned from my job and moved back to San Jose to help my mother. Watching her go through chemotherapy was excruciating, and eventually, she decided to stop treatment and opted for hospice care instead.
My older sister, who also left her job in New York, joined me in San Jose. We took turns caring for our mother. Some days were good, and others were bad, but every day felt like we were waiting for death to come. I grieved continuously, watching my vibrant mother fade away. In early spring of 2006, she passed away, leaving our hearts broken and confused.
I raged at God and lived in despair for four years. My aura of despair was noticeable to those around me. I knew I needed to move forward with my life. Eventually, my sister and father also left San Jose, leaving me to handle my father’s things at their senior housing apartment. Realizing I needed to process my grief, I moved back to Los Angeles and attended grief recovery sessions for three months. Little by little, I emerged from my grief and began to move on.
Reflecting on this experience, here are some lessons I learned:
- It’s okay to grieve. Grief is a natural response to loss, and it’s important to allow yourself to feel and process those emotions fully.
- Process your grief. Actively work through your emotions through therapy, support groups, or personal reflection to integrate the experience healthily into your life.
- Build a support community. Surround yourself with empathetic and supportive people who can offer comfort and practical assistance during tough times.
- Understand that every experience is temporary. Recognize that both good and bad moments will pass, which can help you endure and appreciate different phases of life.
- Learn from every situation. Reflect on what each experience teaches you and use those lessons for personal growth and resilience.
My hope is that through sharing my experience, you find some wisdom that you can apply to your own life. Life is never easy, but we must strive to rise above our circumstances and not become victims of them. We have the power to write our own stories and shape our destinies.
© 2024 Amelie Chambord

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