My Very Late Thoughts on Souls and Saints Day
"Death is something I have known intimately. It was not just the loss of a parent—it was the loss of a dream. At times, there are passing which could be violent, unjust, and filled with deep political and personal consequences. But even in that loss, I understood that death sharpens our sense of purpose. In mourning, we honor the memory of those who are gone by continuing their work, carrying their ideals forward. I realized that my own life was not truly in my hands. I had always known that death could come for me, but after that, I was no longer afraid of it. In a way, I embraced the possibility that my life could be cut short—because, in my heart, I believed that if I were to die, it would be for something greater than myself. In the final moments of life, death would not silence the cause people dedicated their lives to. As a woman in politics, death has always loomed close, not just for me, but for others like me—those who challenge the esta...
