Staci :
My father passed away when I was 12. He was only 37, and my mom became a widow at 36. As a child, I was focused on my own loss and never truly understood the weight she carried. In one day, she became both mom and dad to an eight-year-old and a 12-year-old.
For years, I also carried guilt because I was the one who called 911, and the last thing my dad said to me was, “Take the garbage out.” Growing up in the ‘70s, grief and emotions weren’t openly discussed, so we simply carried on.
Now, as the mother of two adult sons, I have a much deeper appreciation for my mom’s strength and resilience. I hope I’ve given my children the freedom to talk about their feelings in ways we never could.
This beautiful song reminds us that sharing our grief doesn’t diminish our loss—it helps us heal, grow, and move forward. Thank you, Sara, for sharing it with us.
2026-06-16 01:19:03