His Name Was Austin

06/07/2026

Missing my boy extra bad tonight. 😭

06/07/2026

💗

06/05/2026

If you are struggling, help is available.
Call or text 988.

06/04/2026

06/04/2026

🎯

06/03/2026

Sometimes … 😔

05/26/2026

You never get over this.
Not really.

You don’t wake up one day and discover the hole in your chest has magically filled.

The ache doesn’t pack its bags and leave. You carry it.

Some days it feels lighter. Some days it feels like it might crush you again.

But by the grace of God, you get through it. One breath, one prayer, one step, one honest moment at a time.

Sometimes crying. Sometimes screaming. Sometimes not a word at all.

The Father who welcomed the prodigal son is the same Father who has carried me when I had nothing left to give Him.

The Shepherd who leaves the 99 is still out searching for every wounded heart—including mine… thank you Jesus.

And the One who brings dead things back to life… I’m still believing He’s not finished with our story, even when it hurts more than words can say.

Friends; If you’re grieving right now … whether it’s fresh or it’s been years,
I see you.
I’m still right here in it with you.
It’s okay that it still hurts.
It’s okay if you’re not “better” yet.
The love we have for those we’ve lost is one of the most beautiful and painful things about being human. Don’t let anyone rush your sorrow. Just keep putting one foot in front of the other, and let Jesus meet you in the middle of it.

Austin’s life mattered.
Your loved ones’ lives still matter - deeply.

As hard as it is, we will stand together and keep walking each other home.

God bless you.
Austin’s mama,
Dianne