On March 15, 2015, just three days before my 31st birthday, my mother died, and I became a motherless daughter. Four and a half years later to the day, I welcomed my daughter, Hana, and became a motherless mother, too. Although it’s been nearly 11 years since my mother died, it is her love, not her absence, that has continued to shape my life.

One of the greatest gifts my mother gave me was showing me how small gestures can make people feel loved. She turned quiet attentiveness into meaningful action—stocking the pantry with your favorite cereal ahead of a visit, buying supplies for a new hobby you were excited to try, or tucking an article she thought you should read inside a card.

Her love lived in the details, and through them, she taught me how to care for others. Today, I try to carry that same quiet care forward through The Mourning Post.

A lot in my life has changed since 2015, but the one thing that hasn’t is my desire to use my grief for good.

We wish you didn’t have to be here, but we’re glad you found us.

P.S. I am also the creator of The Dead Ringer, a collective grief project on a mission to inspire The Living to stay connected with The Dead—one phone call at a time. When you’re ready, pick up the phone, and pick up where you left off.