Authentically Adele

They say pictures are worth a thousand words… but it’s fair to say, I’ve run out of words to capture this moment. 💫

These past 11 nights have been incredible. For the last five years, every trip home (Zimbabwe) was shadowed by heartache — each visit tied to my dad’s declining health. So many times, we arrived to find him clinging to life, and somehow, he would pull through just long enough for us to share a few precious moments together. Every visit held its mix of hope and sorrow — smiles on the surface, but deep down, an ache knowing this could be the last time we see him.

These pictures mark something different.

This was the first time we were all together as a family after my dad’s funeral.

The first trip without sickness, without sorrow, without the heavy cloud of loss hanging over us.
The first time we could simply be — to live, laugh, and love freely.

I miss my dad deeply. I know he longed for this — to see his children and his children’s children gathered in joy, not in grief. And even though he wasn’t with us in body, he was in our hearts— in our laughter, in our togetherness, in the love that still binds us all.

My mother was there — radiant, strong, blessed.

This time, it wasn’t goodbye. It was healing