My Favorite Hello, My Hardest Goodbye: A Memoir About Grief and the Things I Didn't Ask to go Through

My Favorite Hello, My Hardest Goodbye: A Memoir About Grief and the Things I Didn't Ask to go Through

Writing this book was both the hardest and most healing thing I’ve ever done. There were days I couldn’t type through the tears. Days I second-guessed every word. Days I wondered if anyone would care about our story as much as I do. Then I remembered—this isn’t just our story. It’s for everyone who has loved and lost. For everyone who has whispered “I miss you” to a photo. For everyone who has had to keep living when their favorite person didn’t get to. Eric was one of a kind. Being his sister— his Sissy —was one of the greatest joys of my life. He made me laugh when nothing was funny. He held space for me in ways no one else ever has. He taught me that love doesn’t have to end just because someone is gone. I hope this book helped you feel a little less alone. I hope you remember that grief isn’t a sign of weakness—it’s a reflection of love that had nowhere else to go. Keep loving. Keep talking about them. Keep living in a way that honors what you shared. Even in grief, there is still beauty. If Eric taught me anything, it’s this: You can carry the ache and the laughter. The sadness and the silliness. The heartbreak and the hope. All at once. With love, Shelly Romans 8:38–39 (NIV) “For I am convinced that neither death nor life… will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.