Grief, Grace, & Growing Together

July 7, 2025

Yesterday, we visited my mom’s gravesite. I was overwhelmed with a wave of sadness. The images of her body peacefully resting in the coffin, sealed and buried in that place, still linger vividly in my memory.

My siblings and I gathered around her, chit-chatting as if she could hear us. We laughed, we fussed, and we soaked in each other’s presence. There was something comforting about being together, even in sorrow.

Our family camping trip was filled with joy—fishing, bonfires, games, and shared meals. I got to know my siblings, in-laws, and our growing crew of nieces and nephews in a deeper way. My baby boy Gabriel kept everyone busy, chasing him around with laughter and love.

We’re blessed beyond words to have so many sons and daughters who call each other cousins. The older cousins love on the little ones and look out for them. One day, my own kids will return that same care to their younger cousins, nieces, and nephews—and the beauty of that cycle warms my heart.

If I’m being honest, I know I’m not always the easiest person to talk to. I can be too serious. Sometimes I may even come off as judgmental, or like I think I know better. But the truth is: I care deeply. I expect a lot from myself, and I truly believe in the potential I see in others.

I’ve realized that the way I receive love is often the way I try to give it—through deep, quality conversations. And while that may not always be the right moment or method, I’m learning. There’s a time for everything. Sometimes love is in a brief encouragement, a simple hug, or shared laughter by the fire.

We are all growing. And even in grief, there’s grace.