Myers Mortuary

03/13/2026

I wrote this because many people discover that grief is very different from what they expected.

And if it helps someone you care about understand grief a little better, feel free to share it.

Gary Sturgis
Author: ‘SURVIVING GRIEF - 365 Days A Year’

03/12/2026

One of the hardest things about losing a child,
is that the world keeps moving.

People go to work.
Stores open.
Children play at the park.
Families sit down to dinner.

And meanwhile…
a parent is quietly trying to survive something that feels impossible.

When a child dies,
the loss doesn’t only live in the big moments.
It lives in the ordinary ones.

Walking past their bedroom.
Seeing a favorite food in the grocery store.
Hearing a song they loved.
Watching other families with their children.

The world may move on…
but a parent’s heart never stops looking for their child.

Because when a child is born,
that love becomes part of who we are.
And when a child dies,
that love doesn’t disappear.
It simply has nowhere to go.

So it lives inside the parent who carries it every day.

If you’re a parent who’s lost a child,
please know that your child mattered.
Your love still matters.
And your grief deserves to be spoken about.

If you feel comfortable,
you’re welcome to share your child’s name or photo in the comments.

Speaking their name keeps their memory alive.

And today…we’ll remember them together. ❤️

Gary Sturgis
Author: ‘SURVIVING GRIEF – 365 Days A Year’

02/19/2026

01/25/2026

The bird stays still on the bare branch,
as if listening for something I can’t hear.
The air feels full,
yet nothing moves.

Love used to fill this space completely,
crowding every quiet moment.
Now what remains is an echo,
soft but impossible to ignore.

Silence isn’t empty anymore.
It carries the shape of what was here.
Your absence presses against the day,
felt more than seen.

I don’t need reminders—
the stillness does that for me.
Every pause speaks your name,
without sound.

Grief doesn’t shout,
it resonates.
It lingers the way love does,
long after the moment has passed.

I listen carefully to what remains,
learning how silence remembers.

—Angels Are Near

01/18/2026

Some absences don’t just take people away—
they take a piece of who we were when they were here.

01/16/2026

Funeral for Peggy Wyant

01/16/2026

Funeral service for Peggy Wyant

01/01/2026

Some days, your absence speaks louder than words 🕯️
It settles beside me, quiet, familiar, uninvited 🌫️
Not as pain—but as a space only you ever filled 🤍

I notice you in the pauses between breaths 🍃
In the bench left waiting, the tree still standing 🌳
In the way the world remembers you without asking 🌨️

You are missed in ordinary moments 💭
In mornings, in snow, in silence ❄️
In ways language was never built to hold 💔

Love does not end with goodbye 🕊️
It learns new shapes, softer ones 🌱
And carries your name through every passing day ✨

— Love Cardinal

12/31/2025

Memorial Service For Patricia Hardy

12/30/2025

Funeral Service For David L. Martin

12/21/2025

This holiday season, I keep coming back to the thought that we’re all just walking each other home.

Some days the walk feels long and heavy.

Grief can make the lights dimmer, the music quieter, and even the simplest traditions feel different.

But then…someone reaches out, listens, shares a story, or simply walks beside us for a while.

And in those small moments, we realize we’re not alone on this path.

We may each carry our own grief, but together, we carry one another through it.

That’s what this season is really about…love that shows up, even in loss.

So if you’re missing someone this year, know that I’m walking beside you too.

One step, one breath, one day at a time…we’re all just walking each other home. 💙

Gary Sturgis – Surviving Grief

12/20/2025

FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

It’s my first Christmas in heaven,
I’ve been dreading it all through the year.
Knowing that you will be lonely,
lost to the joy and the cheer.

I’ve been sending sweet robins to find you,
and feathers have brought you my love.
I’ve been whispering secrets to raindrops,
hoping you’ll hear me above.

It’s my first Christmas in heaven,
it’s a wonderful place to exist…
And the only sadness that finds me,
is wishing I wasn’t so missed.

Because if you look closely, you’ll see me,
in every small thing that you do.
I’m the joy that sneaks in through the window,
when you stop to admire the view.

I’m the laughter that gasps from your sadness
when your soul frees itself from this pain.
I’m the comfort that warms through your blanket
as you wrap yourself up from the rain.

It’s my first Christmas in heaven,
and they told me that this would be tough.
All I can do, is remind you, you’re loved
and I’ll pray, every day, it’s enough.

Donna Ashworth

(I wrote this by request and I hope it brings comfort to anyone who needs it tonight).