I Was Her Angel

08/06/2025

Presence

Presence doesn’t make a grand entrance.
It doesn’t need the spotlight.
It doesn’t always come with answers or certainty.

But presence stays.
It listens.
It breathes alongside you in the silence.
It says, “I don’t know what to say, but I’m not going anywhere.”

The truth is, we don’t remember every word someone said when we were struggling,
but we always remember who was there.
Who sat beside us.
Who made space for our feelings.
Who didn’t try to fix us or rush us through it.

That is the gift of presence.
It is not loud, but it echoes.
It is not everything, but it means everything.

True presence has boundaries.
It’s rooted. Steady. Clear.
It says, “I’m here with you, not instead of you.”

You can hold space without losing yourself in someone else’s storm.
You can show up without having all the answers.
You can offer compassion without taking it all on.

Real presence honors both people in the moment: the one who’s struggling, and the one who’s showing up.

xo
Gabby

You can find this poem here:
https://www.thehospiceheart.net/post/presence

08/06/2025

08/06/2025

The biggest lie I ever told...
It's okay mom, you can go now. I'll be okay...

08/05/2025

No one ever feels ready.
Not to take the lead.
Not to become the caregiver. The planner. The one who suddenly has to know what to do when everything is falling apart.

But when someone you love is slipping,
you do it anyway.

You hold their hand through appointments.
You learn words you never wanted to understand.
You memorize medication schedules.
You pretend to be calm when you’re anything but.

You say, “It’s going to be okay,”
even when you know it won’t.

And in the quiet moments, after the machines stop beeping and the house is still,
you wonder if you made the right choices.
You replay conversations.
You carry a guilt that no one talks about—because you were just trying to save someone you loved with everything you had.

It’s a kind of strength no one prepares you for.
The kind that doesn’t feel like strength at all.

You weren’t ready to be the strong one.
But love demanded it.
So, you rose up, shaky hands and all—
and did the hardest things a person can do.

And even now, long after they’re gone,
you’re still carrying the weight of all you tried to be.

08/04/2025

08/04/2025

Celebrating my 6th year on Facebook. Thank you for your continuing support. I could never have made it without you. 🙏🤗🎉

08/04/2025

08/03/2025

Nobody told me
How your face would appear everywhere—
In crowds, in dreams, in fleeting moments—
Only to fade when I blink,
Replaced by someone else.

Nobody told me
That the sound of your laugh
Would haunt my nights,
A melody I can almost hear
But never quite grasp,
Keeping me awake, yearning.

Nobody told me
How often I’d reach for my phone,
Your name on my lips,
Only to feel the weight of silence
As I set it back down.

Nobody told me
That you were my moon and my sun,
My reason and my way,
My anchor in the chaos,
My morning and my night.

Nobody told me
That your life would become
A movie I replay in my mind,
Searching for others who watched it too,
Hoping they’ll help me remember
What it felt like to have you here.

Nobody told me
That food would lose its taste,
That air would become so heavy,
That missing you
Would feel like drowning—
Every breath a struggle.

I miss you.
This much.
Nobody told me.

Grieving with Love