I’m Shelley Ramsey, child of God, wife, mama, grieving mama, and grandma. I dive back into dark grief places with those who suffer there. Might that be you? Please know you are not alone. Allow me to offer you solace, relief, and hope?
In February of 2002 metal crashed, glass shattered, and dreams and plans spilled 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 discovered quickly that grief recovery is a lifelong process. I realized much later that my grief does not have to define me.
I also discovered that even though grief is dark, ugly, and oftentimes 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.
And now I wrestle through my intense need for privacy to scratch down my stories of grief and hope for the big wide grieving world to read.
I also stand in front of audiences to share my successes and failures, hoping grieving people will learn from both, thus expediting their grief processes.
Why Grace, Grief, and Gratitude?
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 is real and raw. And one day each of us will be stung by death when we are asked to give back a child, spouse, sibling, parent, or friend.
Because no matter what else is going on in our lives, there is always, always something to be grateful for.
Grace, Grief, and Gratitude. Because you matter to God and you matter to me.