11/17/2025
Grief is wild because it doesn’t schedule itself. It doesn’t RSVP. It just shows up, taps you on the shoulder, and suddenly you’re crying on public transit like you’re in some trendy indie film.
This story is from my sister’s first birthday after she died in 2019. I shared it then, and I’m sharing it again now, because so many of us are carrying love that no longer has a body to land on. And that love still needs somewhere to go.
If you’ve ever been ambushed by a memory…
If you’ve ever felt the air leave your lungs out of nowhere…
If you’ve ever been struck by the sweetness and brutality of what used to be—
you’re in good company here.
Loss doesn’t mean you’re broken.
It means you loved deeply.
It means your heart remembers and yearns.
And if you’re grieving while also trying to function, parent, work, dream, heal, or just… exist?
You don’t have to do that alone.
💙 If you want support navigating grief, trauma, or the way life keeps shifting under your feet, we are here. 🫶