Shelley Ramsey, My Story

My Story

I’m Shelley Ramsey. I dive back into dark, grief places with those who suffer there and throw a lifeline of hope.

Might that be you? Please know that you are not alone.

My Story

On February 23, 2002, metal crashed, glass shattered, and dreams and plans poured out onto a narrow, winding country road. The oldest of my three sons, seventeen-year-old Joseph, died in a single-vehicle car crash. [Read more.]

Life for our family of five unraveled. And a reluctant family of four fought hard to recover while fighting the crashing pains of grief. Some days, we were successful. Many days, we weren’t.

I’m discovering that grief recovery is a lifelong process. I’m also discovering that my grief does not define me.

Even though grief is dark, ugly, and lonely, I am never alone. You aren’t either.

In 2013, I wrote a memoir, Grief: A Mama’s Unwanted Journey, chronicling my son’s death and my consequent grief.

Now, I wrestle through my intense need for privacy to share my stories of death, grief, and hope, so grieving people will know that they are not alone.

Why Grace, Grief, and Gratitude?

Grace, grief, and gratitude are divinely intertwined by the God who numbers the hairs on our heads and collects our tears in a bottle.

Grace

Because the battles pressing in on every side do not define us. Our identity rests in God’s unconditional love for us revealed in Christ Jesus.

Grief

Grief is real and raw. One day, each of us will be stung by death when a child, spouse, sibling, parent, or friend is abruptly removed from our lives.

Gratitude

No matter how hard life gets, there is always something to be grateful for.

Grace, Grief, and Gratitude
Because you matter to God, and you matter to me.

Shelley Ramsey