Loss of a Love One

From the moment Tiara entered this world—first declared gone, then given a second chance—her life was marked by battles far bigger than she ever deserved. Her mother, Felecia, held onto hope through every struggle, praying for a miracle. But when Tiara faced her final fight, Felecia realized that the miracle she had long prayed for had already been given; her precious jewel had been gifted time, love, and presence—and now she could finally rest.In that heartbreaking moment, another truth settled in: many mothers never fully return to who they were after losing a child. Becoming an Angel Mom is a journey no one can truly prepare for. All one can do is hold on, breathe through each moment, and brace themselves for the unexpected path grief will take them on.

Grief has a way of stirring up every emotion at once—sadness, anger, confusion, and a kind of exhaustion that sits deep in your bones. People often look at you and call you strong, not realizing that inside you feel like you’re breaking apart. They see you standing, breathing, moving, and they mistake survival for strength. But what they don’t see are the moments when you’re alone with your thoughts, the moments when the anger rises because life feels unfair, or when the grief hits so hard you can barely find the words to explain it.

At what point do you ever decide to let go of your child? The truth is, no parent really decides—because it goes against everything inside you. It’s a moment no mother or father is ever prepared for, a place your heart reaches only after fighting with every ounce of hope you have. Even then, it feels less like a decision and more like a painful surrender to what you cannot change. It’s a moment filled with love, confusion, guilt, and questions that never stop echoing.

Some people carry triggers that surface whenever death touches their lives. For some, the weight of that pain is so heavy that it feels almost impossible to fully come back from it. Grief can change the way the mind works, the way the heart feels, and the way a person moves through each day. And while others may eventually find a path forward, there are those who continue to struggle quietly, trying to make sense of a loss that reshaped their entire world.Some people carry triggers that surface whenever death touches their lives.

Receiving a call no mother ever wants to hear, Evvie was immediately met with confusion and disbelief. One officer told her her son was alive, while another quietly prepared her for the unthinkable—there was no way TreShawn could survive such a fatal wound. When she was finally led to see him lying on the gurney, her heart knew the truth before her mind could accept it. As she looked into TreShawn’s face, she saw the face of his younger brother, already gone, and found a bittersweet comfort in knowing her sons were now together. Even through unimaginable pain, Evvie’s heart did not seek vengeance. Instead, she held onto compassion, choosing not to wish harm upon the one who took her son’s life.

Evvie speaks of a pain so deep it cannot be measured, yet even in that pain, she holds no desire for harm or ill will toward the person who took her son’s life over something so senseless. Forgiveness does not come easily when the loss cuts so deeply. Still, it is her faith—her Godliness—that gives her the strength to open her heart, choosing grace where anger would be understandable.

As Evvie looked into the face of her eldest son, TreShawn, now gone, she saw the face of her baby boy Micah—the child she had lost years before—reflected back at her. In that moment, the realization that they were together again brought a bittersweet comfort, and her heart softened as grief and love quietly melted into one.

Waiting in the hospital, caught between life and death, not knowing whether TreShawn would survive, your mind races as prayers pour out from a place of desperation and love. Every second feels heavy. A thousand questions flood your thoughts—what if your child is brain dead, unable to live a life as you once imagined? What if survival means suffering?

Evvie walked into the hospital filled with excitement, ready to welcome her handsome baby boy Micah into the world and into their loving family. But instead of leaving with the beautiful bundle of joy she had dreamed of holding, she was forced to walk out with empty arms. The moment she stepped outside without Micah shattered her heart in a way she never imagined possible, leaving her overwhelmed with pain, disbelief, and a silence she didn’t know how to carry.

There is almost always a moment after losing someone we love when guilt tries to settle into our hearts. It shows up quietly at first—those thoughts of “What if I had done more?” or “Why didn’t I see the signs?”—and before we know it, we’re replaying every memory, every conversation, every decision we made.That guilt doesn’t come because we failed. It comes because we love!Tune in to www.youtube.com/@lossofaloveone at 8pm est to here Micah's full story. Like, share, subscribe, and turn on your notification for future stories.

Some people move through grief convinced they can carry the weight on their own. They tuck the pain deep inside, telling themselves they’re strong enough, or that asking for help would somehow make them appear weak. They try to keep life moving, even when their heart feels stuck in the moment everything changed. For them, grieving alone feels safer, quieter, more controlled—even when it hurts.Others feel the opposite. They can’t imagine surviving their loss without leaning on someone—family, a friend, a counselor, a pastor, anyone who can hold a piece of the pain with them.

After Micah’s death, Evvie’s pain sank to a place so heavy that even breathing felt like a burden. Every morning reminded her of what she had lost, and every night reminded her of what would never be again. The grief was so deep, so consuming, that she found herself whispering prayers she had never imagined coming from her own lips. In the quiet darkness, she asked God to let her stay asleep—because sleep was the only place where the pain loosened its grip, where the silence didn’t cut so sharply, where she didn’t have to face the reality that Micah was gone.

Have you ever reached a place in your grief where your anger turned toward God? Where the hurt ran so deep that even the thought of going to church felt impossible? Losing someone you love—especially suddenly—can shake your entire foundation. It can make you question everything you once believed, everything you were taught to trust.You’re not alone if you’ve felt that way.Tune in on www.youTube.com/@lossofaloveone

Walking into your child’s room expecting to wake them for school—only to find them lifeless—is a moment that shatters your world in an instant. Your mind can’t make sense of what your eyes are seeing. One second you’re a parent in a normal morning routine, and the next you are living a nightmare you didn’t even know was possible. The questions come all at once: What happened? How? Why? And none of the answers come fast enough to soften the blow or quiet the panic.

Grief feels different when you still have other children depending on you. In one moment you’re breaking on the inside, and in the next you’re trying to be steady for them. It becomes a painful balance—wanting to protect them from your hurt while also wanting them to know it’s okay to feel their own. Do you allow them to see you hurt or hide it?

After losing someone, it’s common for a storm of questions to run through your mind: Did I do everything I was supposed to do? Could I have done something differently? These thoughts can leave you feeling unsettled and searching for answers. Often, we instinctively look for someone—or something—to blame, and in many cases, we end up blaming ourselves, even when there was nothing we could have done differently.

After the heartbreaking loss of her second child, Valerie Jr., Valerie discovers that every grief carries its own weight and its own shape. No two losses follow the same path. In the midst of overwhelming pain, she searches for even the smallest glimmer of meaning or comfort—something good to hold on to in an experience that feels unbearably dark.

Keisha tries to cope after the life changing moment when she enters her son's bedroom like any other day.

“Our hearts break for Valerie. Listen to her share the pain of losing her only son. He was such a beautiful soul, and her love for him will always live on. We hold her close in our thoughts and prayers and thank her for sharing her story. 

There's a sound that has followed Temika for years. Not a voice or a whisper. A scream, one that she wishes she could wake up from. The phone call she wishes was only a bad nightmare. Instead it was the call to inform her that her son Domiquo was not responsive.

Erica’s heart began to pound the moment she heard the words “He’s… not responsive. She repeated the question, waiting for an explanation, a correction, something that would put her spirit back in her body. But instead, there was silence—this sent a rush of frustration through her .

After dealing with a life of illness, Vashay moved on to a moved on to her resting place where she is now pain free. It still hurts her Mom Keturah that she will not be able to hug or comfort her again. Help keep Vashay's name alive.