Memorial Day has a way of making us hold onto two things at once: gratitude and grief. We remember the people we love, the ones who served, sacrificed, supported, protected, and shaped our lives in ways that still stay with us. Some are remembered in stories told around tables, some in quiet moments, and some in the ache of wishing for one more conversation. Today isn’t only about what was lost rather it’s also about what remains. Their love, courage, traditions, laughter, and lessons continue through us. We honor them not just by remembering how they left, but by carrying forward how they lived. For anyone missing someone this Memorial Day ~ may you find comfort in the memories that still feel close, and peace in knowing love doesn’t disappear when someone is gone—it becomes part of who we are.

I love conversation and meeting new people.. tell me what is your favorite activity to do to pass time? Mine is gardening.. I’m dying to get in the dirt!

One of the hardest parts of grief - is that the world keeps going, moving in ways we cannot. People think you’re ok, but you’re exhausted. People think you’re holding it together, but you’re barely hanging on. People see you smile, but they do not see how heavy your eyes and heart are. They can see your strength, but not the cost it carries you. Your calm, but not the noise you hear. . People cannot see all that we feel. Allow yourself space and grace - to transform into the new version of you. Growth like a caterpillar, wings like a butterfly, and strength like a God. xo

I hope wherever you’re, someone has brightened your Sunday! 🐣

Good Friday is a powerful reminder that even the heaviest grief has purpose. It’s a day that holds sorrow, reflection, and the weight of loss, but also truth. The kind that asks us not to run from our pain, but to sit with it honestly, in real time. Grief can take a toll. It can feel overwhelming, raw, and unrelenting. But there’s something sacred about allowing it to be what it is—without rushing to fix it or soften it. Just living in it, breathing through it, and trusting that it’s shaping something deeper within us. There is strength in that kind of honesty. Strength in staying present, even when it hurts. Good Friday shows us that even in the darkest moments, there is meaning—and eventually, there is renewal.