I know this place.
I lost my husband suddenly and became a single parent overnight, carrying my own grief while holding space for my daughter's. The nights and Saturday evenings were the hardest.
What changed everything wasn't time — it was building a real plan. One that helped me get honest about my finances, my faith, my family, and my health, so I could move forward with direction instead of just surviving each day.
I learned I could grieve for him deeply and still laugh, still dream — not by letting go of him, but by carrying him forward with me. It means moving forward, without ever moving on from the love you shared.