Remembering Levi...

It was May of 2020 at the height of Covid-19. I was 37 weeks pregnant with another bouncing baby boy and I went to an appointment that changed my life. I thought I was going to get my induction date but instead I was told that my son did not have a heartbeat. 

How? Why? What happened? I had so many questions and no answers. I knew and loved Jesus but I honestly didn't think I could survive losing Levi... and in all honesty part of me didn't want to. Levi wasn't here and my world was shattered. But in the depths of that grief, something beautiful happened—I received two Hope Boxes. Inside were a Bible, a devotional, a journal, and comfort items created specifically for bereaved mothers like me. These boxes were more than just gifts—they were a lifeline. 

These boxes changed the trajectory of my grief. Through those boxes, I found community with Hope Mommies and I learned that grief and joy can coexist, that guilt doesn’t have the final say, and that hope is still possible—even after unimaginable sorrow.