Laetitia.GloryRealm

Today, May 26th, 2026, marks a significant day. My grandson, Lucas Daniël Zeeman, was born on this day in 2022, making him four years old today. I woke up this morning feeling as though my heart was in tatters—as if someone had reached deep inside and torn at the very fabric of my being. Trying to focus on my work today felt like an uphill battle. Fortunately, my boss was entirely consumed by month-end tasks and didn't notice my struggle. For far too long, I have carried this silent, heavy pain inside me. Most of the time, I can testify to God’s incredible grace carrying me day after day, keeping me from completely falling apart. If not for His strength, I would just sit in a heap and cry endless tears. The grief stems from a heartbreaking reality: I have never had the privilege of physically meeting, holding, or building a relationship with Lucas, nor with his little brother, Marcus Joshua Zeeman, who was born on August 2, 2024. And yet, we live only 234 kilometers apart. All I ha...

It was almost two years ago — 1 July 2024, to be exact — that, at the age of 57, I started working as the Personal Assistant to the COO (Chief Operating Officer) of an accounting company. Seriously, since starting my very first job in 1987, I had never been challenged the way this job challenged me. And trust me, I’ve had stressful jobs before. At one stage in my career, I worked as a Receptionist for General Practitioners for ten years, handling all the admin before patients could receive medical attention. That meant working with worried, stressed, emotional people every single day. And remember — to every parent with a sick child, their child is the sickest child in the world and deserves attention first, above everyone else. That kind of pressure and stress was intense… but this? This was a completely different kind of stress. So many new programs and apps and spreadsheets and systems and… and… and… honestly, too many to mention. And then, to top it all off, my direct boss was only...