Losing You My Son

Most days I'm an author and a compassionate grief advocate. But on harder days, I'm just a mom trying to breathe through the impossible. My life felt meaningful and fulfilling, with the sounds of my son laughing, him text messaging to check up on me at work, and dreams that still felt within reach. It was a simple completeness, until it was shattered beyond repair in December 2023. I unexpectedly lost my only child. He is forever 17 years old, to "unknown natural causes". That word "natural" never sat right with me. It pierced like ice through my chest. A cruel word wrapped in calmness, landing hard where nothing felt "natural" at all. Which fueled me to write from a place of raw grief and honesty. So on this page I will share the ugly gritty parts of me as well as the emerging beautiful parts that were left in the rubble. Maybe it will help someone else going through something deeply life altering. Or at least maybe it will inspire you to live fully every day, instead of doing life on auto pilot because the demands of your job requires your every waking moment.