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I know to the outside world it can start to feel like “it’s been a while” or like life should look normal again by now. But grief doesn’t run on a calendar. It doesn’t care how many months or years have passed. This isn’t something I visit once in a while. It’s something I wake up with every day. It’s in the quiet moments, the small reminders, the things I still instinctively want to tell him. Some days I function. Some days I laugh. And some days I feel like I’m carrying the weight of the same loss all over again. None of that means I’m stuck or not healing. It just means I loved deeply. So if I move slower, if I seem distant, if certain days hit harder than others, please understand. For you, time has moved on. For me, this loss is still present. And I’m doing the best I can to learn how to live with it. #grief

Grief isn’t just sadness. It’s not something you “heal” from and move on. It’s reaching for your phone to call them and remembering you can’t. It’s feeling alone in a room full of people. It’s laughter that feels slightly misplaced. It’s quiet most days, like static in the background, until suddenly it isn’t. And it hits you like a wave. Today it hit me at work. A simple conversation about someone’s dad. And my mind immediately went to: I wish I still had mine. I miss my dad. No one else would have noticed the shift. But I felt it. That wave that takes over the moment without warning. I used to think I understood the weight of losing a parent. I didn’t…not until it happened to me. It’s truly a physical ache. An absence that doesn’t go away. A void you learn to carry, or try to. Grief shows up at my sons’ baseball games when I want to send him a video. It shows up in songs we both loved. It shows up in the milestones, the holidays, the conversations we’ll never have. Most of the time, no one around me sees it. But grief is also proof that he was here. Proof of the imprint he left on my life. Proof of love so deep that even death can’t erase it. If you’re walking through loss too, and having moments that catch you off guard… you’re not alone. We’re learning how to stay afloat together. If you’ve lost a loved one, let’s keep their spirit alive. Share something special about them and share their names. 🫶 they’re never forgotten. #grief #griefjourney #loss #sadness #fyp

10 things grief has taught me since my dad died 1. My body is always trying to protect me. The numbness, exhaustion, brain fog, and emotional shutdown aren’t weakness—they’re survival. My nervous system is doing its best to carry something unbearable. 2. Social anxiety can be born from grief. Being around people feels different now. Small talk feels heavy, crowds feel overwhelming, and explaining “how I’m doing” feels impossible when the answer is complicated. 3. Life instantly rearranges its priorities. So many things I once stressed about no longer matter. And the things that do matter—love, time, presence—matter in a deeper, quieter way. 4. Grief is not linear, predictable, or polite. It shows up uninvited. In grocery stores. In laughter. In silence. On days I thought I was “doing better.” 5. I am not the same person I was before. Losing a parent changes your identity. I’m learning who I am in a world where my dad doesn’t exist physically anymore. 6. People mean well, but grief is lonely. Even surrounded by love, there’s a part of this journey only I can walk. And that loneliness is one of the hardest parts. 7. Joy and sorrow can coexist. I can laugh and still be heartbroken. I can smile and still miss him with every part of me. Both can be true at once. 8. I’ve learned how fragile and precious time really is. Nothing is guaranteed. Love people loudly. Say the things. Don’t wait. 9. Strength looks different now. Some days strength is getting out of bed. Other days it’s letting myself fall apart. Both count. 10. Love doesn’t end when life does. Grief exists because love exists. My dad is still with me—in my voice, my values, my memories, and the way I see the world now. Do any of these resonate with you? Let me know below if they do. Like, save, comment and follow @motheringthroughloss for all things grief. #grief #griefsupport #griefcommunity #griefcoach

10 things grief has taught me since my dad died 1. My body is always trying to protect me. The numbness, exhaustion, brain fog, and emotional shutdown aren’t weakness—they’re survival. My nervous system is doing its best to carry something unbearable. 2. Social anxiety can be born from grief. Being around people feels different now. Small talk feels heavy, crowds feel overwhelming, and explaining “how I’m doing” feels impossible when the answer is complicated. 3. Life instantly rearranges its priorities. So many things I once stressed about no longer matter. And the things that do matter—love, time, presence—matter in a deeper, quieter way. 4. Grief is not linear, predictable, or polite. It shows up uninvited. In grocery stores. In laughter. In silence. On days I thought I was “doing better.” 5. I am not the same person I was before. Losing a parent changes your identity. I’m learning who I am in a world where my dad doesn’t exist physically anymore. 6. People mean well, but grief is lonely. Even surrounded by love, there’s a part of this journey only I can walk. And that loneliness is one of the hardest parts. 7. Joy and sorrow can coexist. I can laugh and still be heartbroken. I can smile and still miss him with every part of me. Both can be true at once. 8. I’ve learned how fragile and precious time really is. Nothing is guaranteed. Love people loudly. Say the things. Don’t wait. 9. Strength looks different now. Some days strength is getting out of bed. Other days it’s letting myself fall apart. Both count. 10. Love doesn’t end when life does. Grief exists because love exists. My dad is still with me—in my voice, my values, my memories, and the way I see the world now. Do any of these resonate with you? Let me know below if they do. Like, save, comment and follow @motheringthroughloss for all things grief. #grief #griefsupport #griefcommunity #griefcoach

10 things grief has taught me since my dad died 1. My body is always trying to protect me. The numbness, exhaustion, brain fog, and emotional shutdown aren’t weakness—they’re survival. My nervous system is doing its best to carry something unbearable. 2. Social anxiety can be born from grief. Being around people feels different now. Small talk feels heavy, crowds feel overwhelming, and explaining “how I’m doing” feels impossible when the answer is complicated. 3. Life instantly rearranges its priorities. So many things I once stressed about no longer matter. And the things that do matter—love, time, presence—matter in a deeper, quieter way. 4. Grief is not linear, predictable, or polite. It shows up uninvited. In grocery stores. In laughter. In silence. On days I thought I was “doing better.” 5. I am not the same person I was before. Losing a parent changes your identity. I’m learning who I am in a world where my dad doesn’t exist physically anymore. 6. People mean well, but grief is lonely. Even surrounded by love, there’s a part of this journey only I can walk. And that loneliness is one of the hardest parts. 7. Joy and sorrow can coexist. I can laugh and still be heartbroken. I can smile and still miss him with every part of me. Both can be true at once. 8. I’ve learned how fragile and precious time really is. Nothing is guaranteed. Love people loudly. Say the things. Don’t wait. 9. Strength looks different now. Some days strength is getting out of bed. Other days it’s letting myself fall apart. Both count. 10. Love doesn’t end when life does. Grief exists because love exists. My dad is still with me—in my voice, my values, my memories, and the way I see the world now. Do any of these resonate with you? Let me know below if they do. Like, save, comment and follow @motheringthroughloss for all things grief. #grief #griefsupport #griefcommunity #griefcoach

10 things grief has taught me since my dad died 1. My body is always trying to protect me. The numbness, exhaustion, brain fog, and emotional shutdown aren’t weakness—they’re survival. My nervous system is doing its best to carry something unbearable. 2. Social anxiety can be born from grief. Being around people feels different now. Small talk feels heavy, crowds feel overwhelming, and explaining “how I’m doing” feels impossible when the answer is complicated. 3. Life instantly rearranges its priorities. So many things I once stressed about no longer matter. And the things that do matter—love, time, presence—matter in a deeper, quieter way. 4. Grief is not linear, predictable, or polite. It shows up uninvited. In grocery stores. In laughter. In silence. On days I thought I was “doing better.” 5. I am not the same person I was before. Losing a parent changes your identity. I’m learning who I am in a world where my dad doesn’t exist physically anymore. 6. People mean well, but grief is lonely. Even surrounded by love, there’s a part of this journey only I can walk. And that loneliness is one of the hardest parts. 7. Joy and sorrow can coexist. I can laugh and still be heartbroken. I can smile and still miss him with every part of me. Both can be true at once. 8. I’ve learned how fragile and precious time really is. Nothing is guaranteed. Love people loudly. Say the things. Don’t wait. 9. Strength looks different now. Some days strength is getting out of bed. Other days it’s letting myself fall apart. Both count. 10. Love doesn’t end when life does. Grief exists because love exists. My dad is still with me—in my voice, my values, my memories, and the way I see the world now. Do any of these resonate with you? Let me know below if they do. Like, save, comment and follow @motheringthroughloss for all things grief. #grief #griefsupport #griefcommunity #griefcoach

10 things grief has taught me since my dad died 1. My body is always trying to protect me. The numbness, exhaustion, brain fog, and emotional shutdown aren’t weakness—they’re survival. My nervous system is doing its best to carry something unbearable. 2. Social anxiety can be born from grief. Being around people feels different now. Small talk feels heavy, crowds feel overwhelming, and explaining “how I’m doing” feels impossible when the answer is complicated. 3. Life instantly rearranges its priorities. So many things I once stressed about no longer matter. And the things that do matter—love, time, presence—matter in a deeper, quieter way. 4. Grief is not linear, predictable, or polite. It shows up uninvited. In grocery stores. In laughter. In silence. On days I thought I was “doing better.” 5. I am not the same person I was before. Losing a parent changes your identity. I’m learning who I am in a world where my dad doesn’t exist physically anymore. 6. People mean well, but grief is lonely. Even surrounded by love, there’s a part of this journey only I can walk. And that loneliness is one of the hardest parts. 7. Joy and sorrow can coexist. I can laugh and still be heartbroken. I can smile and still miss him with every part of me. Both can be true at once. 8. I’ve learned how fragile and precious time really is. Nothing is guaranteed. Love people loudly. Say the things. Don’t wait. 9. Strength looks different now. Some days strength is getting out of bed. Other days it’s letting myself fall apart. Both count. 10. Love doesn’t end when life does. Grief exists because love exists. My dad is still with me—in my voice, my values, my memories, and the way I see the world now. Do any of these resonate with you? Let me know below if they do. Like, save, comment and follow @motheringthroughloss for all things grief. #grief #griefsupport #griefcommunity #griefcoach

When I lost my brother, it felt like I went with him. So much of who I was had been built around him. He was my role model. I measured myself by him, looked up to him in everything, and let so much of my motivation come from wanting to make him proud or keep up with him. When he died, it was not just grief. It was disorientation. The part of me that knew who I was because of him suddenly had nowhere to stand. The roadmap I had been following disappeared, and I was left trying to figure out who I was without the person who shaped so much of me. That kind of loss takes time to untangle. It takes patience to rebuild a sense of self when the version of you that existed before no longer fits. I had to learn how to carve a life that was mine, not as a replacement, but as a continuation shaped by love and absence at the same time. If any of this resonates, that is why I created Good Grief. It is a space where we can be honest about how grief reshapes identity, not just emotions. Where we do not rush healing or pretend loss does not change us. Save this if you are still learning who you are after losing someone who once helped define you. #grief

I lost both of my parents at the same time. One moment I had two loving, involved parents. The next, I had none. It’s been over four years and I still find myself reaching for my phone. Wanting to tell them something. Wanting advice. Wanting my mom. Wanting my dad. Grief doesn’t end. It just changes shape. If you're in a tough spot in grief, I see you 🤍

My parents’ well intended friends used to say this to me, and at the time I was completely heartbroken. Inside, I was screaming, what about me, what about me, while holding my composure. I would nod and say, “you’re right.” I was told that losing a son is more difficult than losing a brother. And while that may be true, I didn’t have another loss to compare mine to. So regardless, it felt like my world was ending. If you’ve experienced this, I just want you to know you have the right to grieve. You don’t have to stay strong. You can break. You can cry. You can mourn. Follow @london.steel for more grief centered content. 🙏#grief

Sometimes people say I lost my husband and my son… and that’s true. That’s my story. But it isn’t the only story in this house. My kids didn’t lose what I lost. They lost their dad. They lost their brother. And I can’t possibly know what that felt like from inside their world. I was the adult. I was the one people expected to hold things together. But the truth is, some days I was barely holding myself together, let alone guiding two grieving kids through something none of us understood. Grief looks different depending on where you’re standing. A mother’s grief isn’t the same as a child’s grief. An adult losing a partner isn’t the same as a child losing the person who was supposed to be there their whole life. And I think sometimes, without meaning to, we assume our grief is the center of the story… because it’s the one we’re living inside. But my kids were living inside their own version of that loss. One I couldn’t fix. One I couldn’t fully understand. One I probably didn’t always know how to support the way they needed. That’s a hard thing to admit as a parent. Because you want to believe you knew what to do. You want to believe you protected them from the worst of it. But grief doesn’t work like that. It moves through a family in different shapes, at different speeds, in different ways. I’m still learning that their story of those years may not look like mine at all. And that doesn’t make either of us wrong. It just means loss doesn’t belong to one person. It belongs to everyone who loved the ones who are gone. If you’re a parent carrying grief, and your kids are too… just know it’s okay if you didn’t do it perfectly. None of us were given a map for this. We were just humans trying to survive something that changed all of us.#healingjourney #griefjourney #resilience #childloss #widow

People say you heal from grief. I don’t think you ever really do. I lost my uncle eleven years ago. My grandmother three years ago. A few months back, my father. Each time, it wasn’t only them I lost. It was a version of me. The niece. The granddaughter. The daughter. When they left, those versions of me left too. From the outside, I’m okay. I teach. I show up. I laugh. Life keeps moving. But sometimes, in the middle of a normal day, a memory flashes. A voice. A hospital room. A moment I thought I had survived. Grief doesn’t ask permission. It just visits. Healing doesn’t mean the grief disappears. It means it stops feeling like an open wound and starts feeling like a scar. It’s still there. It’s part of your body. But it doesn’t bleed every day. That’s what I’ve come to understand. Grief isn’t only about missing a person. It’s about missing who you were with them. And that’s why it stays. You don’t move on from grief. You move forward with it. You carry them in your thoughts, in your habits, in the way you try to live well. The version of me with them may no longer exist. But the love does. And maybe that’s enough. #yogawithsravani #soultalk