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I was 16 when my Mom was killed by a drunk driver. I’m now 36 and there are days that the grief can still feel new and raw. Many years ago, I attended a Motherless Daughters retre at and for the first time, I felt “normal” in my grief. One of the common themes discussed was how we all felt like we should be “over” our loss and we all truly felt like there was something wrong with us. It felt like a boulder was lifted when we all realized that there isn’t truly an end to our

When you lose a child, the world shifts in ways that are impossible to fully explain. Time continues moving forward, but your heart lives in a place where past, present, and future collide. For me, that place is filled with memories of my daughter, Callie. Her courage, her spirit, and the love she brought into our lives. In the deepest moments of grief, when nothing made sense, my faith in God became the quiet place I returned to again and again. I didn’t always have answers,