Post:The first time I laughed again…It caught me off guard.The sound felt foreign.The moment felt wrong.How could I laugh when my son was gone?How could I smile when my husband…
Post:Grief doesn’t always scream.Sometimes, it whispers.Sometimes, it just… lingers.I remember sitting in my living room after the services were over.No more casseroles.No more check-ins.No more “How are you holding up?”Just…
Post:I didn’t break all at once.It came in waves.A phone call.A funeral.An empty seat at the table.And then the silence that followed.I remember lying in bed, staring at the ceiling,…
Post:I used to feel ashamed of my tears.As a nurse, a veteran, a mother—I thought strength meant holding it together. I thought crying made me look broken. Weak. Out of…