08/03/2026
Thirteen years.
Today marks 13 years since we lost my big sister.
If there’s one thing grief has taught me, it’s that we never really “move on.” We simply learn to make room for both joy and sorrow in the same heart.
Some seasons that feels possible.
Other seasons, like this one, the weight feels especially heavy.
Over the years we’ve lost half of our family, and there are days when I miss them all at once. I miss the conversations we’ll never have, the laughter that filled the room, and the comfort of simply knowing they were here.
But love leaves a mark that death cannot erase.
The people we love continue to shape us long after they’re gone—in the stories we tell, the traditions we keep, the lessons we pass on, and the kindness we choose because of them.
So if today you’re carrying grief too, know this: you don’t have to hide it, rush it, or “get over it.” Missing someone deeply is evidence that you loved deeply.
May we honor them by living well, loving well, and remembering often.
“The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” — Psalm 34:18 🤍
If today feels especially heavy, don’t carry it alone. Send a text. Make the call. Meet a friend for coffee. Let someone sit with you in the grief. We weren’t meant to carry these things alone.
We miss you terribly, Melody! 🦋🐛💜
