If you have lost a child, at any age, in any way, this month probably didn't come with a calendar reminder. It just showed up in your body. Maybe as a heaviness you couldn't name, or a memory that surfaced while you were doing something as ordinary as loading the dishwasher. I lost my daughter, Alissa, in 2020, during the pandemic. That loss reshaped my life, personally and professionally, in ways I'm still understanding today. So when I talk about Bereaved Parents Month, I'm not speaking from the outside looking in. I'm speaking as one of you. July is Bereaved Parents Awareness Month. Grief centers around the country are running support groups this month specifically for parents, because losing a child is its own category of loss. It doesn't follow the same rules as other grief. It doesn't fit inside a support group built for someone who lost a spouse or a parent. And it rarely gets the space it actually needs, even from people who love you. So most bereaved parents learn to carry it quietly. You go back to work. You show up for the people who are still here. You get good at answering "how are you" without really answering it. From the outside, it can look like you're fine. From the inside, you're managing something no one taught you how to manage. I know, because I did the same thing for a long time. Here's what I've learned, and what I want you to know this month. There is no timeline you're supposed to be on. For years, the mental health field has debated whether grief lasting longer than six months should be labeled a disorder. A recent cross-national study asked people directly whether six months felt like a reasonable window to "come to terms with" a loss, and the overwhelming answer was no. Real people, across different cultures, rejected that timeline outright. Your grief doesn't have an expiration date, and it was never supposed to. Mine hasn't followed one either. The love and the grief are the same size. This isn't a wound that closes so much as a relationship that changes shape. I am still Alissa's mother. That will never change. Learning to carry the loss while still carrying the love became the work of my life, and most days that means holding both at once.