Still Her Mother

My name is Natasha, and before anything else, I am Rhaegan’s mother.

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Rhaegan was three years old when she passed away in a drowning accident. Since losing her, I have learned that grief is not something we move on from, it is something we learn to carry. Some days gently, some days unbearably.

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Still Her Mother was born from that space.

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This blog is where I write about child loss, grief, motherhood, memory, and the quiet ache of continuing life after losing someone you love beyond words. It is also where I hold onto the truth that motherhood did not end when my daughter’s life did.

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I am still her mother.

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There are moments grief feels loud and consuming, and others where it exists in silence, in ordinary routines, empty spaces, and memories that appear without warning. Writing has become a way for me to make sense of those moments and to give my love for Rhaegan somewhere to live.

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This space is not about having answers or pretending healing is simple. It is about honesty. It is about remembering. It is about speaking openly about the kind of loss that changes a person forever.

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If you are grieving too, I hope you find comfort here. I hope these words remind you that love continues, even after loss, and that you are not alone in carrying it.

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Thank you for being here.

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Natasha

In loving memory of Rhaegan.