"This space isn't about whining or assigning blame; it's about facing the brutal reality of grief with honesty, vulnerability, and even a bit of irreverent humor when we need it most."
The heart of the story
The name comes from a specific photo of my son, Hunter, wearing his favorite pink checkered shirt. It’s a moment of him frozen in time-vibrant, whole, and loved. This space isn’t about whining or assigning blame; it’s about facing the brutal reality of grief with honesty, vulnerability, and even a bit of irreverent humor when we need it most.
A story of love, loss, and the strength that remains