Why widows need to hear their loved one’s name, and how it brings comfort, not pain
Right after Jon passed, people talked about him often.
They asked how I was doing.
They shared stories.
They brought up memories, things I hadn’t thought about, moments I hadn’t seen.
And I loved it.
I needed it.
I needed to hear his name.
I needed to know he mattered to other people too.
I needed to be reminded that he wasn’t just my loss, that he had impacted so many lives.
Talking about Jon helped me process what had happened. It kept his memory close, not just for me, but for my kids too.
But then, something shifted.
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What Grief Revealed About My Heart (Continuing to Learn to Trust God After Loss)
This March caught me off guard.
Not just because it felt heavy, but because of what God began to show me in the middle of it.
The emotions, the memories, the fatigue are often things that show up during a heavy season.
What I didn’t expect was what was underneath it.
As the month unfolded, I found myself holding my family a little tighter than usual.
My husband.
My kids.
There was this fear of uncertainty I hadn’t fully acknowledged before.
And little by little, God began to bring it into the light.
I realized that I’m still holding onto them.
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