Stormeyes Enchanted

I almost didn’t write this.

Not because it doesn’t matter—because it matters so much.
But because this new rhythm I’m in with school and life has me moving slower, finding my footing, and trying to catch up with everything all at once.

And yet, here I am.
Because this is too important not to speak into.

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What Is Bereaved Parents Month?

July is Bereaved Parents Month.

Not a holiday. Not a trend. Not a hashtag.
But a sacred pause in the middle of the year to say:
There are parents among us who live every single day carrying the absence of a child.

It’s a month set aside to acknowledge the deep, often invisible grief that bereaved parents live with long after the sympathy cards stop coming.
Long after the casseroles are gone.
Long after the world expects them to “move on.”

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Why It Matters

Because child loss isn’t something you “get over.”
It’s something you learn how to breathe around.
Something that rewrites your DNA.
Something that shows up in July fireworks, in empty birthday chairs, in photos that never get updated.

And let me say this: If you’re not a bereaved parent, but you know one—please, remember them this month. Say their child’s name. Send a note. Sit with them, even in silence.

Because being remembered matters.
So. Much.

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What It Feels Like

For some, July brings a thunderclap of memories.
For others, it brings a quiet kind of ache—the kind that creeps in during moments you used to share. The way time keeps moving, even when a piece of you feels frozen.

For me?
It’s all of it. The firecrackers. The birthdays. The anniversaries I never got to celebrate.
It’s standing in the tall grass watching fireworks and realizing I’m not scanning for him anymore. Because he’s not there. And hasn’t been for years.

It’s the heartache.
And the reverence.
And the stubborn hope that somehow, he still sees the sparks.

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This Month, I Remember

I remember all the babies, children, teens, and young adults gone far too soon.
I remember their names, their stories, their legacies.

And I remember the ones left behind—moms, dads, grandparents, siblings—walking through the world with invisible scars and unspeakable strength.

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🤍 A Gentle Invitation

If you are a bereaved parent, I want you to know:
You’re not forgotten.
Your child is not forgotten.
There is space for your sorrow and your story—especially here.

And if you love someone who is… check in. Just say their name. Just be there.

Because love doesn’t end.
And neither should remembrance.

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💛 I’d Love to Hold Space

If you’d like to share your child’s name, your story, or even just light a candle in words—please drop a comment. Let’s create a little corner of the internet that feels sacred, soft, and real.

Because this is not just a month.
It’s a remembrance.
And remembrance is holy.

Light and Love ~Mandy