07/01/2025
💔 Good morning. It’s July 1st — and most people don’t know what this month means.
It’s bereaved parents month.
And if you didn’t know that… that’s okay.
Most people don’t.
Because we don’t announce it with balloons.
We don’t hang signs on our doors.
We quietly carry the weight of a love so fierce, it outlived its person.
We mark birthdays no one remembers.
We hold invisible hands in busy rooms.
We ache in places words don’t reach.
This isn’t a club anyone wants to join.
It’s one you wake up in when the world tilts and never fully rights itself again.
But here’s the truth about bereaved parents:
We still laugh.
We still find joy in little things.
We still root for our favorite team and hum along to songs in the car.
We are still here.
Every day is a balancing act — between the life we live, and the life we imagined.
Between memories so precious they hurt to hold, and futures we’ll never see.
So this morning — if you know a bereaved parent, say their child’s name.
Not because it’ll make them sad.
But because it reminds them someone else remembers too.
And if you are a bereaved parent — I see you.
I see your courage.
I see your strength.
I see the way you carry your child’s love like an ember you refuse to let burn out.
July is bereaved parents month.
But for us — it’s every month. Every day. Every moment.
A love death could never silence.
May this month be a soft place for your heart.
I.R.
