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Platitudes… if you have lost someone then you know! 🤦🏽‍♀️😅 tell me what you’re sick of hearing👇🏼 #grief #grieving #loss #widow #mentalhealth
Platitudes… if you have lost someone then you know! 🤦🏽‍♀️😅 tell me what you’re sick of hearing👇🏼 #grief #grieving #loss #widow #mentalhealth
One of the very last meaningful conversations I had with Cody before he went to be with Jesus is something I will carry with me forever. In the middle of his own goodbye, he was thinking about our future. He wanted me to know how deeply he loved us but even more than that, he wanted peace for what would come after. He told me he had been specifically praying for the man I would one day marry. He didn’t want me to walk this life alone. He didn’t want the kids to grow up without a father. His heart was so clear in that moment “Find a man who loves Jesus and will lead your family in faith.” That was his one last request. At the time, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that would look like. Grief had taken up so much space, and the future felt uncertain at best. But God was already writing a story I couldn’t yet see. When I met Nick, there wasn’t confusion, there was just clarity. Not because everything was perfect, but because his love for Jesus was real. It was steady. It was leading. And in that, I saw something so much bigger than us, I saw the answer to a prayer that had been prayed long before I was ready to receive it. God, in His kindness, honored Cody’s heart. He didn’t just carry us through loss. He provided covering, leadership, and love in a way only He can. What once felt like an ending became part of a greater story of redemption. And today, I stand in awe of a God who sees beyond our pain, who hears prayers whispered in hospital rooms, and who faithfully weaves them into our future.🤍 “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights.” – James 1:17 Like and follow to watch Gods redemption in our story. #lastgoodbye #widow #grief #blendedandblessed #fyp
One of the very last meaningful conversations I had with Cody before he went to be with Jesus is something I will carry with me forever. In the middle of his own goodbye, he was thinking about our future. He wanted me to know how deeply he loved us but even more than that, he wanted peace for what would come after. He told me he had been specifically praying for the man I would one day marry. He didn’t want me to walk this life alone. He didn’t want the kids to grow up without a father. His heart was so clear in that moment “Find a man who loves Jesus and will lead your family in faith.” That was his one last request. At the time, I couldn’t even begin to imagine what that would look like. Grief had taken up so much space, and the future felt uncertain at best. But God was already writing a story I couldn’t yet see. When I met Nick, there wasn’t confusion, there was just clarity. Not because everything was perfect, but because his love for Jesus was real. It was steady. It was leading. And in that, I saw something so much bigger than us, I saw the answer to a prayer that had been prayed long before I was ready to receive it. God, in His kindness, honored Cody’s heart. He didn’t just carry us through loss. He provided covering, leadership, and love in a way only He can. What once felt like an ending became part of a greater story of redemption. And today, I stand in awe of a God who sees beyond our pain, who hears prayers whispered in hospital rooms, and who faithfully weaves them into our future.🤍 “Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights.” – James 1:17 Like and follow to watch Gods redemption in our story. #lastgoodbye #widow #grief #blendedandblessed #fyp
Drag path but it is our last messages to each other! I miss you handsome I love you forever! 😘 it’s so hard trying to do this life without you and trying to find myself again. I didn’t want to ever have to live without you! You are my best friend I love you honey! #widow #youngwidow #grief #griefandloss
Drag path but it is our last messages to each other! I miss you handsome I love you forever! 😘 it’s so hard trying to do this life without you and trying to find myself again. I didn’t want to ever have to live without you! You are my best friend I love you honey! #widow #youngwidow #grief #griefandloss
13 months, The world doesn’t stop. Peoples lives continue. You still have moments alone in your kitchen trying to film your weird breakfast suddenly hit with grief, breaking you down. You still have those moments… the mornings you just CAN’T STOP THE TEARS, having a trigger stop you in your tracks, your brain catching up, processing it all, your body still struggling as it carries you through the grief, the identify crisis, trying to figure out who this new person is, days you just want to lay in bed or let out a good cry, but have to show up, …or moments like in this video you just get HIT with a wave of emotions. I have found myself not sharing the depths of my grief with those around me as much. There are a lot of reasons for this but one is, I can’t change it. I can’t bring Ryan back, and this is my life now. How do you explain to someone the deep pain you feel if they’ve never experienced it themselves? Especially when you sound like a broken record & there is nothing they can do about it. (There is no answer to this, that’s the point it’s unfair to both parties). How do you feel seen in a world that moves past grief, a world that shoves it to the side, a world that is so uncomfortable from it? It’s hard. It takes immense strength. But many of us do it, many of us still show up with a smile on our face… How beautiful that we have these strong grievers to learn from? To inspire us in our daily lives, to keep going. Grievers, what is something you wish this world would learn or understand about your grief? How should people live differently based on what you know now? #youngwidow #widow #grief #griefjourney #griefsupport
13 months, The world doesn’t stop. Peoples lives continue. You still have moments alone in your kitchen trying to film your weird breakfast suddenly hit with grief, breaking you down. You still have those moments… the mornings you just CAN’T STOP THE TEARS, having a trigger stop you in your tracks, your brain catching up, processing it all, your body still struggling as it carries you through the grief, the identify crisis, trying to figure out who this new person is, days you just want to lay in bed or let out a good cry, but have to show up, …or moments like in this video you just get HIT with a wave of emotions. I have found myself not sharing the depths of my grief with those around me as much. There are a lot of reasons for this but one is, I can’t change it. I can’t bring Ryan back, and this is my life now. How do you explain to someone the deep pain you feel if they’ve never experienced it themselves? Especially when you sound like a broken record & there is nothing they can do about it. (There is no answer to this, that’s the point it’s unfair to both parties). How do you feel seen in a world that moves past grief, a world that shoves it to the side, a world that is so uncomfortable from it? It’s hard. It takes immense strength. But many of us do it, many of us still show up with a smile on our face… How beautiful that we have these strong grievers to learn from? To inspire us in our daily lives, to keep going. Grievers, what is something you wish this world would learn or understand about your grief? How should people live differently based on what you know now? #youngwidow #widow #grief #griefjourney #griefsupport
Just widow things 😭😭 - - - - #widow #youngwidow #youngmom #suicideprevention #grief
Just widow things 😭😭 - - - - #widow #youngwidow #youngmom #suicideprevention #grief
I truly believe Karl sent me Ryan to look after me and his girls ❤️ #widow #grief #loveafterloss
I truly believe Karl sent me Ryan to look after me and his girls ❤️ #widow #grief #loveafterloss
We think we have time. I don’t regret the way I loved Zachary. But I wish I could tell my past self to savor every waking moment that I had with him🩵 #grief #grieving #loss #widow #youngwidow
We think we have time. I don’t regret the way I loved Zachary. But I wish I could tell my past self to savor every waking moment that I had with him🩵 #grief #grieving #loss #widow #youngwidow
no one thinks about all the people around them who are just existing through the worst experience of their lives. i sure didn’t. until 5 days after larry died. when, somehow, i found myself standing in a checkout line at costco, holding a case of toilet paper and a hot rotisserie chicken (that we never ended up eating). because it turns out, when someone dies… the house still runs out of to. but that day, the warehouse felt suffocating. the lights were blinding, the noise unbearable. i felt exposed. like everyone should be able to see that my husband was dead? that my entire world had just shattered. but no one did. they just kept moving. just another saturday, just another errand, just another ordinary day…FOR THEM. and as i stood there, screaming inside, i had this humbling realization: how many times in my life had i stood in line next to someone who had just lost their spouse? their child? or stood beside a woman who’d been struck or demeaned that morning? how many times had i been inches away from someone experiencing the worst day of their life without ever knowing? that moment changed me. i see people differently now. i move differently. because you never know whose world has just been flipped upside down. 💬 tell me, has this hit you before? a moment where you suddenly realized how invisible grief really is? ⚡️ i wrote an entire blog about what actually helps when the grief is loud and language fails, especially in those moments when you don’t even have the words to explain what’s happening in you. comment BLOG3 (one word) and i’ll send it your way. #widowhood #widow #widows #griefandloss
no one thinks about all the people around them who are just existing through the worst experience of their lives. i sure didn’t. until 5 days after larry died. when, somehow, i found myself standing in a checkout line at costco, holding a case of toilet paper and a hot rotisserie chicken (that we never ended up eating). because it turns out, when someone dies… the house still runs out of to. but that day, the warehouse felt suffocating. the lights were blinding, the noise unbearable. i felt exposed. like everyone should be able to see that my husband was dead? that my entire world had just shattered. but no one did. they just kept moving. just another saturday, just another errand, just another ordinary day…FOR THEM. and as i stood there, screaming inside, i had this humbling realization: how many times in my life had i stood in line next to someone who had just lost their spouse? their child? or stood beside a woman who’d been struck or demeaned that morning? how many times had i been inches away from someone experiencing the worst day of their life without ever knowing? that moment changed me. i see people differently now. i move differently. because you never know whose world has just been flipped upside down. 💬 tell me, has this hit you before? a moment where you suddenly realized how invisible grief really is? ⚡️ i wrote an entire blog about what actually helps when the grief is loud and language fails, especially in those moments when you don’t even have the words to explain what’s happening in you. comment BLOG3 (one word) and i’ll send it your way. #widowhood #widow #widows #griefandloss
Because my loss didn’t happen all at once. It happened slowly. In pieces. What people think grief “looks like” I experienced before Tanner died. I lost parts of him long before I lost all of him. I lost the version of him who could stay up late with me just because we didn’t want the night to end. I lost the ease of our conversations, when his mind wasn’t crowded with pain or exhaustion or fear. I lost the emotional availability he would have given anything to still offer, but cancer had already begun stealing from him. I lost the lightness. The normalcy. The life we were supposed to be living. Cancer didn’t just take his life in the end. It took moments. It took pieces. It took versions of him, one by one, until I was constantly aware of what was already gone, while still loving what remained. It’s hard to exist in the present when part of you is already grieving. So I lived in two places at once. In one, he was still here. Still breathing. Still mine. In the other, I was already learning how to survive without him. #grief #griefjourney #widow
Because my loss didn’t happen all at once. It happened slowly. In pieces. What people think grief “looks like” I experienced before Tanner died. I lost parts of him long before I lost all of him. I lost the version of him who could stay up late with me just because we didn’t want the night to end. I lost the ease of our conversations, when his mind wasn’t crowded with pain or exhaustion or fear. I lost the emotional availability he would have given anything to still offer, but cancer had already begun stealing from him. I lost the lightness. The normalcy. The life we were supposed to be living. Cancer didn’t just take his life in the end. It took moments. It took pieces. It took versions of him, one by one, until I was constantly aware of what was already gone, while still loving what remained. It’s hard to exist in the present when part of you is already grieving. So I lived in two places at once. In one, he was still here. Still breathing. Still mine. In the other, I was already learning how to survive without him. #grief #griefjourney #widow
Becoming a widow at 35 with a baby and a toddler breaks you in exquisitely painful and unexpected ways. When my husband died, my entire world collapsed. Our shared past, our present, and the future we were building together evaporated in an instant. I ached for my best friend, my companion, my co-parent, my co-pilot through life. I longed for one more conversation. To hear his laugh. To watch the way his lips curled unevenly when he smiled. I missed watching him with our son, and I grieved the fact that I would never get to see him be a father to our youngest, never witness the bond they would have shared or the way he would have loved him so fiercely. There are so many layers of mourning. And then there are the secondary losses, the ones that often go unnamed but quietly shape your days. My husband wasn’t only my person, he was my anchor. With him, I knew I would always be a priority. The first call. The first thought. The first consideration. No matter what was happening, he would move heaven and earth for me. Losing that kind of certainty changes the way you move through the world. It makes everyday decisions feel heavier. It creates a constant undercurrent of vigilance and fear. The realization that there was no one else on this earth who cared for me in that same way was soul-crushing. It leaves you feeling exposed, destabilized, and untethered, like the ground beneath you is no longer solid. So if you are feeling anxious, unsteady, or afraid because the person who thought you were everything is gone, please know you are not weak or broken. This is grief. And I am so deeply sorry you are carrying it. I hope this helped you feel seen, understood, and a little less alone today. 🤍 #anoxicbraininjury #youngwidow #griefandloss #grief #widow 💌 DM “Retreat” for my widow’s retreat 💌 DM “Support” for 1:1 grief support 💌 DM “Carried” to order my 2nd book 💌 DM “Running” for my book 💌 DM “Light” for my self-guided grief course 💌 DM “Email” to join my list Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose.
Becoming a widow at 35 with a baby and a toddler breaks you in exquisitely painful and unexpected ways. When my husband died, my entire world collapsed. Our shared past, our present, and the future we were building together evaporated in an instant. I ached for my best friend, my companion, my co-parent, my co-pilot through life. I longed for one more conversation. To hear his laugh. To watch the way his lips curled unevenly when he smiled. I missed watching him with our son, and I grieved the fact that I would never get to see him be a father to our youngest, never witness the bond they would have shared or the way he would have loved him so fiercely. There are so many layers of mourning. And then there are the secondary losses, the ones that often go unnamed but quietly shape your days. My husband wasn’t only my person, he was my anchor. With him, I knew I would always be a priority. The first call. The first thought. The first consideration. No matter what was happening, he would move heaven and earth for me. Losing that kind of certainty changes the way you move through the world. It makes everyday decisions feel heavier. It creates a constant undercurrent of vigilance and fear. The realization that there was no one else on this earth who cared for me in that same way was soul-crushing. It leaves you feeling exposed, destabilized, and untethered, like the ground beneath you is no longer solid. So if you are feeling anxious, unsteady, or afraid because the person who thought you were everything is gone, please know you are not weak or broken. This is grief. And I am so deeply sorry you are carrying it. I hope this helped you feel seen, understood, and a little less alone today. 🤍 #anoxicbraininjury #youngwidow #griefandloss #grief #widow 💌 DM “Retreat” for my widow’s retreat 💌 DM “Support” for 1:1 grief support 💌 DM “Carried” to order my 2nd book 💌 DM “Running” for my book 💌 DM “Light” for my self-guided grief course 💌 DM “Email” to join my list Grief coach for widows. Helping widows lost in grief find joy and purpose.
You weren’t there. You weren’t there when: -she swore she’d never love again -she was having panic attacks on the bathroom floor -she cried herself to sleep -she wrestled with the guilt for feeling happiness again -she felt like she was cheating on her late spouse -she got judged by strangers who were quick to say what they *would* do -she was overwhelmed with anxiety of telling her late husband’s parents -she felt overcome with the fear of losing again -she questioned if it was even okay to feel this way -she wondered if her late spouse would be disappointed in her -she battled the lie that moving forward meant moving on -she understood that loving again wasn’t replacing, it was expanding -she allowed herself to hope again -she decided her story wasn’t over & a million other things you never even thought of. So no, her dating & getting remarried doesn’t mean she doesn’t hold love her for late spouse. She always will. She simply learned the delicate balance of missing her spouse while simultaneously loving someone new. It doesn’t replace, it doesn’t erase, and it doesn’t lessen her love. #healingjourney #griefjourney #loveafterloss #widow #healing
You weren’t there. You weren’t there when: -she swore she’d never love again -she was having panic attacks on the bathroom floor -she cried herself to sleep -she wrestled with the guilt for feeling happiness again -she felt like she was cheating on her late spouse -she got judged by strangers who were quick to say what they *would* do -she was overwhelmed with anxiety of telling her late husband’s parents -she felt overcome with the fear of losing again -she questioned if it was even okay to feel this way -she wondered if her late spouse would be disappointed in her -she battled the lie that moving forward meant moving on -she understood that loving again wasn’t replacing, it was expanding -she allowed herself to hope again -she decided her story wasn’t over & a million other things you never even thought of. So no, her dating & getting remarried doesn’t mean she doesn’t hold love her for late spouse. She always will. She simply learned the delicate balance of missing her spouse while simultaneously loving someone new. It doesn’t replace, it doesn’t erase, and it doesn’t lessen her love. #healingjourney #griefjourney #loveafterloss #widow #healing
The reality of travelling whilst processing the early stages of grief. We are still super fragile and a little overwhelmed and the truth of it is we just miss our big man. We are itching to just text him and say we are here safe and you would love this. We are sad but grateful to be here. We will just take things at our own pace slowly and steadily healing our broken hearts. #griefjourney #travellingfamily #griefandhealing #widow
The reality of travelling whilst processing the early stages of grief. We are still super fragile and a little overwhelmed and the truth of it is we just miss our big man. We are itching to just text him and say we are here safe and you would love this. We are sad but grateful to be here. We will just take things at our own pace slowly and steadily healing our broken hearts. #griefjourney #travellingfamily #griefandhealing #widow
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