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Grief shatters us in ways we never imagine possible until we're standing in its wreckage. 

When Marty died suddenly, almost 2 years ago, on August 13, 2023, I found myself navigating the rawest form of pain while thousands of miles away in Greece with my children. The frantic journey home, the 17 days by his hospital bed, and the impossible decision to let him go fundamentally altered who I am.

Grief doesn't follow stages or timelines. 

Grief needs witnesses, not wisdom; space, not sermons.

Through this experience, I've discovered that grief carves out places within us we never knew existed—spaces that can eventually be filled with new forms of love and purpose. The loss that broke me also built the foundation for who I've become. It led me to my fiancé James, a love that wouldn't have been possible without everything I walked through first. For anyone currently drowning in grief, please know this isn't the end of your story. 

Hope returns, not as a roar but as a whisper, a flicker, a reminder that pain transforms but doesn't define us. 

You're not broken—you're human, and you are not alone. There is life after grief, not in spite of it, but because of it.

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