04/30/2026
Sometimes the sun is shining, the cookouts are happening, the trips are planned, the music is playing… and your heart is still somewhere tender.
Grief does not always wait for quiet seasons.
Sometimes it shows up in the middle of summer.
At the beach.
At the barbecue.
In the empty chair.
In the memory.
In the body you are still learning to live in.
In the joy that feels beautiful and painful at the same time.
You are allowed to feel the warmth and still miss what’s gone.
Y’all want to talk about summer grief?