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In July 2024, my world shattered.  I lost my son, 35, suddenly,  and life as I knew it unraveled.  I had just lost my mom 12 weeks before him and then lost my dad the day after Christmas. What followed was a journey I never asked for: one of heartbreak,  solitude  and the slow, painful process of learning to live again.  I live in a shipping container in a tiny house community that holds my memories,  grief, and hope. This channel is where I share my story: the raw truth of loss, minimalist living and the daily moments of hope that keep me going. You'll find reflections on grief, tiny home tours, emotional check-ins, and the honest reality of rebuilding  life from the ground up.  I dont have all the answers but I do have a voice - and I hope it reaches someone who needs to hear, "you're not alone."  This is a space for healing, sharing stories and honoring loves that will never fade.  Thanks for being here.  Stay as long as you need.