We don’t just build community once; we build it again and again. As life shifts, so do the people who surround us. Some stay. Some drift. And sometimes, we have to rebuild from the ground up. After Steve died , everything felt unfamiliar. But slowly, I began to reshape what connection looked like in that chapter. Now, I find myself reflecting on how community continues to evolve. From childhood friendships to widow sisterhoods, each phase has required a reimagining of support.
