08/27/2026
Grief is funny.
In the moment, you can laugh. You can smile. You can breathe. You can even forget, for just a little while, how heavy your heart is.
And then things get quiet, and suddenly it feels like the rain clouds open up and the weight of everything comes crashing back down.
It’s been two months since I lost my mom, and I’m still learning how to cope with a world without her in it.
The last couple of months have been filled with summer markets, busy weekends, lots of conversations, lots of laughter, and so many of you stopping by my booth. And I want you to know how much that has meant to me.
Whether we talked about my mom or we talked about absolutely anything else, whether you knew what I was carrying or had no idea… every smile, every laugh, every conversation, every bit of support helped me more than you probably realize.
You helped me keep moving. You helped me smile. And sometimes, you helped me forget for a little while.
But now things are starting to slow down, and I’m finding it a little harder to keep that smile on my face.
And that’s okay.
I’m okay.
Because grief is funny. You never really know when it’s going to hit you. Sometimes you just have to stop, sit with it, and cry.
Yesterday, I took a walk on the beach. In front of me were beautiful blue skies. But when I turned around, there was a storm rolling in behind me.
And somehow, it felt like the perfect metaphor.
There are beautiful days ahead. There will be storms, too. And I’m learning that both can exist at the same time.
I miss my mom in every waking moment of every single day. And realizing that I will never hug her again is a heartbreak I don’t know that I’ll ever fully put into words.
So for now, I’m just taking it one day at a time.
Thank you for being part of those days. ❤️
