Healing After Loss – July 29
Today’s scheduled reading didn’t sit right with me.
So I sat with my own thoughts instead—and I had a revelation while standing in front of a too-small storage shed.
Not because I had too much stuff—
but because of how much memory was in it.
How much truth still lived in those boxes.
And suddenly… I remembered.
📦 When Loss Is More Than a Death
Grief isn’t always about death.
Sometimes it’s about the things we didn’t even know we were allowed to mourn.
- The pets who loved us without condition but are no longer here.
- The objects we lost that held pieces of who we were.
- The friendships that disappeared quietly but left scars behind.
- The broken trust—especially when it came from someone we loved.
Years ago, everything I owned was sold while I was away.
My mother, who was supposed to care for it, suffered memory loss after a car accident.
When I came home, it was all gone.
And with that shed full of my life…
I lost more than belongings.
I lost a thread of trust.
I lost a reflection of myself—one that couldn’t be replaced with new things or empty words.
🕊️ Objects May Not Be People, But They Can Hold Our Heart
I understand that things are just things.
But they can carry deep sentiment.
They hold our stories; the moments we thought mattered enough to save.
That storage shed—small as it was—
reminded me of how loss can echo years later.
Not just the loss of a parent.
But the loss of a season.
The loss of innocence.
The quiet loss of a version of me.
🌱 Let’s Be Honest: We Grieve More Than Death
We grieve who we used to be.
We grieve what never got to be.
We grieve trust.
We grieve what we gave away too easily and what was stolen without consent.
I’m tired of people saying we need to be strong and "move on."
Because true strength is in feeling the ache, not burying it.
So today, I honor every loss.
Not just the ones people can see.
If you’ve ever felt silly for crying over a friendship that faded, a dog that passed, or a home that no longer feels like home—
You’re not silly.
You’re human.
And you’re allowed to mourn what mattered to you.
🧠 Memories Deserve to Be Remembered
Memories—good and bad—deserve to be talked about.
They’re how we understand who we are and where we’ve come from.
I wonder sometimes where I would be if I hadn’t found Flip or fallen in love with writing again.
If I hadn’t found the courage to share my life, my grief, my truth.
Both my mother and mother-in-law had brain trauma that caused memory loss.
My moms was short-term—she couldn’t remember conversations from just minutes before.
It took time and training, but she taught her brain to adapt.
I’m proud of her for that. Even under stress, when memories slipped again, she kept going.
My mother-in-law’s memory loss was different.
She forgot the people in her life, even the ones she loved.
The longer she knew someone, the easier it was to recall them—but still, so much was missing.
I can’t imagine a life without memories.
Even the hard ones.
Because as much as I try to forget the pain, it lingers—
reminding me of who I am.
And strangely, I forget the good memories more easily than the bad.
But today, as I’m writing this, I’m listening to “God Only Knows” by for KING & COUNTRY…
and it’s like the song is singing for me:
“God only knows what you've been through.
God only knows what they say about you.
But God only knows the real you.”
That truth gives me strength.
💬 Today’s Reflection
“I am not ashamed to grieve the things the world deems small.
Because nothing is small when it shaped my heart.”
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