Can This Broken Heart Be Repaired?

I Remember That Day…

When life changed in an instant and I had to find out if a broken heart could ever be whole again.

Truth is, I don’t even know how I made it through because I remember that day so clearly! Every little detail, like it just happened.

In one moment, I had love and in the very next, it was gone. Not just gone from me but taken from my daughter too.

At least I got to know him. To love him. To laugh with him. To see some of life with him but her? She didn’t get that chance.

All she has are pictures. And stories from other people’s mouths about who her daddy was. She never got to make her own memories with him. And that’s what hurts the most.

I’ve heard of people losing someone close before but I never thought it would be me. Not like this. Not the person I had a child with.

I remember getting that call and my heart dropped.

I was hoping, praying, begging God that it was just some sick joke but when I saw those police cars… that tape… deep down, I knew. Even then, I held on to a little bit of hope. That maybe, somehow, it would be okay but it wasn’t and in that moment, everything changed.

I had to step into the role of both parents. I had to protect my baby. I had to try and answer questions I didn’t even have the answers to.

Did I do everything right? No! But what do you do when your whole world flips and you’re just trying to survive?

Yes, I hurt for me but I hurt for her more because she missed out on a great man. A good daddy and sometimes I wonder how different her life would’ve been if he were still here. But I remind her often:

✨️Don’t let this be the reason you give up.

✨️Don’t let this be the excuse you use to go down the wrong path.

Her daddy is still watching over her. And with me, her daddy, and God covering her, she’s not alone. So… can this broken heart be repaired? Yes but not by pretending it didn’t happen. Not by “moving on” like people say but it’s repaired by letting God come into the brokenness. By letting Him do what only He can.

Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means learning how to carry the pain differently. It means letting God take the pieces and turn them into purpose bitbwhat purpose can come from this I'm still wondering?

I won’t lie to you! Grief changes you but it doesn’t have to ruin you and with God, even this kind of broken can be restored. Of course not back to what it was but into.

✨️Who have you lost, and how did it shift something in you?

✨️What do you remember the most about that moment! The thing that still plays in your mind like it just happened?

✨️Have you truly given yourself the space to grieve the way you need to and not the way people told you to?

✨️How many times have you carried the weight, trying to stay strong for everybody else while silently falling apart?

✨️What has grief taught you, about love, about life, about God?

✨️Where does it still hurt and have you allowed God to step into that place?

✨️If you could go back to the moment your world changed, what would you say to her? The version of you who first felt the weight of that loss?

Before You Go, Friend…

If you’ve ever found yourself picking up the pieces of a heart you didn’t break I see you. If you’ve ever had to be strong when you felt nothing but I understand. This kind of pain has no manual. But healing is possible and you don’t have to walk through it alone.

Let God in. Let the tears fall. Let the memories speak and let your heart start to breathe again!

Let’s talk about it. Leave a comment, share your story, or reply privately if your heart needs space to speak.

The picture I have shown y’all is the last picture my daughter had with her dad and now she is 20!