Special Note From Meleakia

 Greetings Fellow Warrior,

I pray that all is well with you as you read this special note.

On April 30, 2025 I got a call that rocked my world. The news that was delivered has let me unsteady and unbalanced in so many ways. It feels as if I am in suspended animation. I am attempting to gain some footing, but feeling like I am failing miserably. I thought I was prepared, or that he prepared me well; turns out he did not. Let me be the first to tell you, my daddy-Jake Spearing, unexpectedly passed away.

I am deeply disoriented.

I am currently in my hometown of Hollywood, SC within Charleston County and I can’t bear to leave, knowing that when I leave, my dad is not going to answer his phone so I can tell him that I am leaving, and I will call him when I get back in Charlotte ( and then promptly forgot to call him back when I get back to Charlotte, prompting another call from him ).

I am having a hard time leaving home because I have a dreadful impression of no longer being tethered to earth. The sentiment of not having any grounding but being grounded into something I cannot understand just yet.

I am having a hard time leaving with the possibility of returning, Returning to what? My dad will not be here when or if I return.

In short, I am afraid of this phase of life.

I never understood before how our parents gives us a sense of community & belonging. And now with both parents having passed away- I am left to drift. Or quite possibly find a new way to belong.

I am actively attempting to choose the latter.

I am choosing to believe that because I am still here, regardless of that disconnectedness sensation, I am choosing to connect in the only way that I know how…by way of writing the grief out of me. Over the next few months, or weeks- I am choosing to honor my dad by way of my writing about the lessons he has taught me- knowingly or unknowingly- in a series entitled “Lessons from a Daddy’s Girl”.

I welcome you on this journey of what I am praying is just one avenue of grieving well.

Be ready for many tears, much laughter and plenty of growth moments that I didn’t even know were in me.

Know that, I am taking my time, and walking gently in this new season.  There is no sense of urgency.

Other than the fact that I am writing this grief out of me, I know one thing is certain, and  two things for sure,

1.    God is good to me in every season of my life

2.    God has been faithful to me in every season of my life