Because their worst day isn't going to be the only one...
Each letter shows up like that (awkwardly caring) neighbor who keeps checking in long after everyone else has stopped.
Each letter shows up like that (awkwardly caring) neighbor who keeps checking in long after everyone else has stopped.
When my dad passed in 2020, I didn't think anything could make me feel better. But what helped was people showing up and talking about their own loss, their own season of grief. I also found myself digging through social media for stories of heartbreak and survival.
But people stop showing up. And the algorithm changes. Nothing stays consistent.
So these letters show up on the months everyone else has gone quiet.
They're not here to push anyone off the couch. They're honest letters written from the basement of grief, the raw moments, the hard lessons, the things grievers only learn when we stop fighting it and start carrying it.