Willow Wellness

08/19/2026

This poem is born from reflection on all the love I’ve seen and the difficult goodbyes we sometimes must face. Our memories often feel like unwritten love letters, silent messages that continue to play in our minds and hearts long after someone has gone. When you revisit these memories, when you re-read those unspoken words, you are gifted with a gentle moment in time, a reminder of how much love was shared and how deeply you were loved. It is a tender reminder that, even in absence, love endures.

It started gently...
not with fireworks, but with something easy.
A look that lingered,
a feeling that felt safe.
Love showed up slowly,
in morning coffee, shared blankets,
and the way one person always waited for the other to walk through the door.

The memories live in the smallest things now...
a scent, a song, a place you haven’t been in years.
They return like soft echoes,
reminding you of what it was to belong to someone,
to be part of something quietly beautiful.
You may not remember every detail,
but you remember how it felt to be loved like that.

Over time, it becomes the story you hold close...
the first kiss that made the world pause,
the last one that held on just a little too long
or not long enough.
You find ways to speak of them,
without saying their name,
as if telling the story keeps a part of them here,
woven into your every day.

And when the final breath is taken...
it doesn’t erase what was shared,
The love remains, tucked inside you
steady, unshaken.
It becomes the letter you never had to write,
because your life together was the ink.
And long after goodbye,
it is still being written.

xo
Gabby

You can find this poem on my website.

08/01/2026

Added another way I can help! 🚙💧

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08/01/2026

03/27/2026

Let’s live without regret, who’s in?💛

When I sit at the bedside of someone who is about to die, I often become the receiver of their life story, a quiet witness to their reflections, memories, and truths. Most of the time, I hear about love, family, friendships, and laughter, the moments that made life rich and meaningful. But often, woven between those memories, are whispers of regret. Not the kind about missed vacations or unfulfilled dreams, but the deeper kind, wishing they had spent more time with the people they love, or that they had let go of anger, pride, and disappointment sooner. It’s remarkable how quickly we can walk away from those we love when we feel hurt or misunderstood, yet when we reach the end, it’s the broken connections and unresolved emotions that weigh heaviest.

There are people in my own life whom I have chosen to step away from. I’ve sat with that decision and realized that peace doesn’t always mean reconciliation, sometimes, it’s acceptance. I can wish them well, be grateful for the time we shared, and still honor the space that now exists between us. Making peace with that means I don’t carry the burden of regret when my own time comes.

So, how do we live without regret? I think it comes down to this: we can either do the hard work to mend what’s been broken, meeting each other where we are with compassion and grace, or we can release what no longer fits, but still choose forgiveness and peace. Either way, we free ourselves. Because one day, when we look back, the question that will matter most isn’t “Was I right?” but “Did I love well and without regret?”

xo
Gabby

You can find this blog here:
https://www.thehospiceheart.net/post/what-we-take-with-us-when-we-die