A quiet place to sit

The Memorial Garden

A garden is not a goodbye. It is a place where we keep loving people out loud. Sit a while. Read a name. Borrow a ritual. Leave whatever you brought heavy at the gate.

The names we keep

Short remembrances

One name. One sentence. That is enough. To add someone you love, send Briana a sentence and she will plant it here by hand.

  • Uncle David

    uncle, friend, witness

    He taught me that love doesn't quit when the body does. The porch light still hums his name.

  • Mr. Alfred

    Harris Neck neighbor

    Gold gravy, slow stories, a hand on the screen door. Some men leave a whole climate behind.

  • Miss Edna

    mailbox keeper of Harris Neck

    She kept the names. She kept the dates. She kept the mail going to the people the world had stopped writing to.

  • For the still-here, still-gone

    ambiguous loss

    Not every grave has a stone. Some of the people we mourn are still answering their phones for somebody else.

  • Betty & Lucy

    Cluckshack hens

    Two little brown bodies that taught a grown woman it is okay to be soft, ridiculous, and loved on a Tuesday.

  • The one I cannot name yet

    private grief

    Some losses don't have words. This square is for you anyway. The garden holds them too.

Small, outdoor rituals

Nature-based coping prompts

The body knows how to grieve. It just needs somewhere to put it. Pick one. Take it outside. None of this is homework.

Walk a little further

Companions for the garden

Workbooks, resources, and rooms in the Heart of Care that meet grief where it lives.

  • Workbook

    Soft Landings workbook

    For the hours after a memorial. Pages you can cry on.

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  • Workbook

    Tender Ground

    Slow, ground-level work for ambiguous and complicated grief.

    Walk this path →
  • Resource

    Grief in Recovery

    Staying sober through the first 24 hours, the first week, the anniversary.

    Walk this path →
  • Resource

    When the Living Won't Pick Up

    A primer on ambiguous grief, for when no one died but everything did.

    Walk this path →
  • Right now

    Crisis Care

    If the grief is sharp tonight. Real numbers, real humans, no shame.

    Walk this path →
  • Hub

    Eight Dimensions of Wellness

    Where grief touches every room of the life. The spine of this place.

    Walk this path →

If you want to read other people's gardens

Browse Grief Stories by theme

Real people, anonymous when they need to be. Filter by the kind of grief you're sitting with today.

"Grief is just love with nowhere to put it down. So we build a garden."

— Briana, the Honey Badger