About Amy McCarty
Who I was before September 25, 2021, is just the prequel to who I am now and who I will become.
The day Frank passed away, I climbed into bed with our three young adult children, knowing deep in my heart that not only would I survive this, but I would find a way to thrive. I would become someone I couldn’t have been without this grief. I’ve always been a survivor. I’ve always found a way to look for the light, even in the darkest moments. Losing my husband of 27 years would not be what knocked me down.
I gave myself six months to sit in the raw, painful reality of grief. Then I began to ask myself: Who am I now? Who am I meant to be? How can I help others through what I’ve experienced? The first year of widowhood was the hardest thing I’ve ever faced. I had to let go of the life I knew and dig deeper than I ever had before. I had to discover what the next chapter of my life would look like.
In the process, I realized something powerful: grief—whether from losing a loved one, a job, a dream, or any significant life change—can be the catalyst for something greater. There is always a redemption story, a way to reclaim your power over grief. I want to show that even in the deepest pits of sadness and despair, there is hope. Hope that will lead you toward peace, joy, and love.
Through my writing and the conversations I share, I hope to remind you that it’s okay to be happy, even after loss. It’s okay to live fully, even in the face of grief. You don’t have to live a half-life because of what you've lost. Let death find you living—alive with hope, purpose, and the promise of new beginnings.
