What does it really feel like to lose a parent?

In this episode of Grieving Son, Stephen shares the unfiltered truth of losing both parents, first as a child and then again as an adult. This conversation isn’t wrapped in clichés or easy answers. It’s an honest look at what grief actually does to your sense of safety, identity, and time itself.

From the trauma of sudden loss, to the anger that shows up years later, to the quiet fear of losing the people who knew you since birth, this episode speaks to the parts of grief most people are afraid to ask about.

If you’ve lost a parent, love someone who has, or are trying to understand what that loss really changes, this episode is for you

Becoming a father didn’t erase my grief, it reshaped it.

In this episode of Grieving Son, I share how stepping into fatherhood opened parts of my heart I didn’t even realize were still hurting. The joy of welcoming my daughter was real, but so was the ache of knowing my parents would never meet her. What I thought would heal me instead revealed the depth of my love, my loss, and the quiet weight I still carry.

This episode is about learning to hold joy and grief at the same time, understanding your parents in new ways once you become one yourself, and discovering that new life doesn’t replace loss. It simply teaches you how to live alongside it.

If you’re navigating parenthood and grief, or know someone who is, this one is for you.

After the funeral ends and the world moves on, grief doesn’t disappear — it gets quiet. In this episode, Stephen shares what that silence felt like after losing his mother — the loneliness, the disorientation, and the strange peace that comes when the noise finally fades.

He reflects on the days leading up to the funeral, the moment everything went still, and how he began to find healing in the quiet that once terrified him.

This isn’t an episode about moving on — it’s about learning to listen in the silence, and realizing that love still speaks there.

This episode is dedicated to my Aunt Gerell in the loss of her mother, Sheila Marshall, and my friend and brother, Marcus Maclin, in the loss of his wife, Tondrea Maclin. May their memories continue to shine through the lives they touched, and may those who love them find comfort in knowing their light still lives on.