About
I have walked where you are walking.
The story behind Held by Daisy.
About
The story behind Held by Daisy.
My milk came in on the day of my son’s funeral. My body still doing what a mother’s body does, while my arms were empty. There is no word for that kind of ache. But if you are reading this, you may already know it.
My name is Lori. My son, Robert William, my Robbie, was with us only a short while. Losing him was the deepest grief I have ever known. For a long time I carried it in silence, the way so many of us are quietly taught to. I smiled when I was meant to. I carried on. And the pain just stayed.
When I lost Robbie, my mother sat with me in my grief and did not try to fix it. She simply stayed. That is where Held by Daisy comes from. The daisy, for love and hope. The holding, for you.
One woman who is held in her grief becomes the woman who holds the next one. This is my mother’s legacy of love, and I am passing it to you.
I have spent more than four decades as an educator. What those years gave me was not answers, but a steadiness. A way of sitting beside people in hard moments and helping them feel safe. I bring that same steadiness here.
For a long time I kept my story in the shadows. Then I wrote it down, in my book Until Next Time, first for myself, and then for anyone who needed to know they were not alone. Held by Daisy grew from the same hope. A gentle place where your grief is allowed, where your baby’s story can be told, and where the love you carry becomes a legacy of its own.
Your grief will not look like mine. There are no stages here, and no stairs to climb. Only your own path, honoured as your own.
I want you to know something. You are not alone in this. Your love was real, however brief the time. And there is still light ahead, even when you cannot see it yet.
Come and be held