When someone you love dies, people show up. They bring food. They hold your hand at the funeral.

Then they go home.

And suddenly it's 11pm and the house is quiet and the other side of the bed is empty and you have no idea what to do with yourself.

I wrote The First Night of Being Alone because that moment, that specific, terrifying silence, deserves more than a pamphlet from a funeral home.

It's a short read. It won't fix the grief. But it might help you survive that first night without feeling like you're losing your mind.

If you know someone going through this, send it to them. $5 is a small thing. Being seen in your worst moment is everything.