Connections in Unexpected Places

Today I met the family who were at the cemetery on the day I wrote my next picture book.

Connecting with people at the cemetery is always a unique experience, but today felt especially meaningful. I read them the manuscript for the very first time.

The whole family sat together around their loved one’s headstone — camping chairs spread out, children sitting comfortably on the grass, two new puppies weaving even more love and warmth through the space.

What struck me most was how natural it all felt.

The children, aged between four and twelve, were completely relaxed in this familiar place. They listened so intently as I read. Their reflections afterwards were some of the most honest and expressive I have ever received.

They told me the story made them feel safe, comfortable, and happy. That it felt heartfelt. That it felt exactly right.

I don’t think they will ever truly know what a gift those words were to me.

To sit in a place so often misunderstood by others, and witness children feeling connected, calm, and free to talk openly about love and remembrance, felt incredibly special.

Connections now happen in places I never would have imagined possible before grief changed my world.