About the Founder

The vision for Beyond the Walls of Grief was planted in my heart long before I had the language for it. My own grief journey didn’t begin with the physical death of a child, It began with emotional loss, fear, and the slow, silent building of walls around my heart.

My first bricks were laid early, as a little girl seeking protection after experiencing betrayal and trauma. As life continued, more bricks were added through the pain of a broken family, the grief of emotional abandonment, and the desire to simply survive. By the time I reached adulthood, I was surrounded by walls I had built not out of weakness, but out of necessity.

Then came a loss that I was not familiar with: a miscarriage. I wasn’t married at the time, but in a loving relationship with the man who would later become my husband. We were caught off guard by the pregnancy and the miscarriage. I miscarried alone hiding the truth out of fear, shame, and religious guilt. I carried that loss in silence for over 15 years. No funeral. No name. No acknowledgment. Just more bricks on the wall.

Eventually, I married that same man, and we went on to have three beautiful children. But the grief I never processed, the grief wall I never dismantled, followed me. I didn’t realize how heavy it all was until I was asked to lead a miscarriage support group through a nonprofit where I was working. God, in His grace, allowed my first group to be full of other leaders who were there to preview the curriculum not knowing they would be ministering to me.

That was the moment my healing began. The moment I could finally say out loud, “I lost a child.” I named her Rebecca, the one who made me a mother first. And in naming her, honoring her, and speaking her life into the world, I began to see beyond my wall of grief for the first time.

That’s when I knew: there are others like me. Others who’ve built walls of grief around pain, silence, shame, or heartbreak after losing a child through miscarriage, stillbirth or the death of an infant, teen, or adult child. Some of us stay in those walls of grief for a season, and some of us get stuck there for years.

Beyond the Walls of Grief was created for you…for the one who’s still inside their wall of grief, the one peeking through the cracks, and the one just beginning to see beyond it.

Grief builds walls because we need time, space, and safety. But we were never meant to live behind them forever. Healing doesn’t mean forgetting. It means honoring. It means remembering. It means believing there is still hope, still purpose—even in the pain.

Our children, no matter how briefly they were with us, deserve to be remembered. And you, dear heart, deserve to be supported as you take your next step toward healing.

You don’t have to walk through it alone anymore.