"Grief carved a space inside me. Love keeps me alive."

I never imagined I would write poetry or blogs — let alone share my thoughts with the world.  But in May 2024, my life changed forever when I unexpectedly lost my beloved husband, Larry. The life we had built together over more than 30 years was suddenly gone, leaving me engulfed in profound sorrow and grief.

Even with the support of family and friends, I often felt profoundly alone — adrift in a world that no longer made sense. For months, I struggled to function, feeling as though I had lost not only Larry, but a part of myself. I was completely unmoored, with little desire to move forward.

In the depths of that pain, I began writing letters and poems to Larry.  At first, it was simply a way to survive — to maintain my sanity and process the heartbreak.  Over time, it became something more: a path to healing, a way to honor Larry’s memory, and a thread that tethered me to hope. Through writing, I found a way to reconnect with my husband — each line becoming a small bridge back to his love.

I learned that while grief is devastating, it can also reveal a resilience we never knew we had. And love, once deeply felt, never truly fades.