At still with you we know how hard it is to lose someone you love. We understand that grief can be over whelming, and make you feel completely alone. That is why we are here to support you. We believe that one of the first steps to healing is to share your story. That is why we are starting the share your loss campaign.
Submit a video or send us a letter sharing your story of loss. We believe that this is the first step in creating an online support system that can help anyone that has lost someone. You are not alone .
Why I Whistle
My grandfather died at the age of 96 when I was 14. I never really got to know him well, but he was always whistling or humming or smiling. I can clearly remember at the funeral not feeling sad until I saw him, lying peacefully in his coffin and realizing that I wouldn’t ever get to see his smile or hear him whistle, that’s when it became real to me and that’s when it hurt the most. In the days that followed there was no overwhelming sense of sadness In the Platt family. Instead the air was filled with celebration and respect for the man that had made it all happen. After I returned home from the funeral I was bothered that I had never previously learned to whistle so I took on the relatively simple task of learning to form your mouth in just the right way. This was surprisingly difficult, but every time I tried, and every time I failed, I could hear and see my grandpa sitting on the couch with a smile on his faces whistling away. After I got the hang of a basic tone I started trying to change the range of sounds I could make, because I wanted to be able to whistle a tune just like Luther Jay Platt. Now many years later I will find myself whistling for no reason at all with a smile on my face saying a silent thank you to the man that inspired me to find the joy in one of life’s simplest task and I know that he’s still somewhere on a couch whistling right alongside me.
Losing older relatives isn’t always unexpected and in many cases, like with my grandfather, the loss is a chance for families to come together and connect in ways that they had not before. That is what I think a lot of people struggle with when they do loose someone tragically and unexpectedly. No one wants to connect because they don’t want it to be real. Without some kind of connection to others that have lost the same person, or lost someone else, we lose the solace that we are not suffering alone. Without a support system there is no way to share strength and grief becomes infinitely harder to deal with. That is why I am sharing this story of my loss in hopes that it may help someone else connect with someone they’ve lost in a way they hadn’t thought of connecting with them before.
From John Platt
The Story Behind With You Always - Female on Bench - Male Spirit Figure
Losing someone you care about is difficult. There are times in your life when you would do anything to just hear them speak, or see their face, or just be reminded of who they were. Still With You statues offer each mourner a special gift that they can always turn to in times of need.
When I lost my father to brain cancer I experienced a sense of relief for him and his pain. He could leave the pain behind, but later I would find that I couldnât. I wanted to escape, I wanted to be with him. I thought I would be happier not alive, and sometimes I still feel that way.
In my room I keep a special plaque that has his glowing face on it, and sometimes that is all I have to cheer me up. I know our Still With You memorials would provide each person grieving with the same sense of relief. Sometimes peopleâs words have no effect over our dominant emotions, whereas a statue or plaque offers a visual aid in relieving stress. A simple reminder that that person you lost is still with you even though they cannot be seen.
Still With You bereavement statues are a perfect gift for someone who is mourning a loss. They come in many different styles, and offer a lot to each person suffering.
The Story Behind My Turn - Watching Over You
The story behind My Turn – Watching Over You is one of selfless devotion and loss. It’s a story of a stranger and baby, suddenly bound together for a lifetime. Both heartwarming and true, it renews our faith in generosity.
A woman, wracked by AIDS, entered the hospital to give birth. She delivered a baby girl, but lost her life in the process. No father was named and the baby had contracted HIV from her mother and was very ill. With no one to make decisions, the hospital assigned an advocate. This man was nothing but a caring stranger.
He took his role seriously, looking after the little girl as she struggled in the hospital. He visited often and eventually adopted the baby - who had yet to step outside of the hospital.
For years he cared for her. He often spent nights at the hospital and would bring her a favorite gift, shoes, specifically red shoes. In the hospital that was her world, she’d wander as far as allowed and then sit, waiting for his visit.
Eventually her health seemed to be improving, and he had dreams of her leaving the hospital and growing into a young woman. Sadly the improvement was brief, and she passed away, cared for and loved, at age six.
Her adoptive father was devastated and in denial. Deep down he imagined that she was still in the hospital and they had just gone awhile between visits.
Knowing of his loss, Kristen Lamb, founder of Still With You, created My Turn, depicting a father sitting on a hospital bed, crushed by grief, with a playful girl angel standing behind him. Kristen envisioned his daughter in a new role – watching over her adoptive father as he had done for her. It was her turn.
When he received the figure he wasn’t grateful. It hurt. The figure drove home the reality of his loss. Eventually he was grateful for the beautiful depiction of his daughter’s undying love for him, but only after it had helped him face the end of her mortal life. He later shared that, while it wasn’t what he wanted, it was exactly what he needed.
We’ve heard about reactions like this to the Still With You figures before. Occasionally, they are what’s needed to nudge along the healing journey, which doesn’t feel good in the moment. That said, we usually hear about these moments in thank you letters.
The Story Behind - "Eternal Embrace"
Lifted from my darkest hour by undying love, I found the strength to share my inspiration with you.
I’ll never forget the day the sheriff showed up at my house. No amount of anything could have prepared me for my world crashing into a million pieces. Lying among the shards lay my own desperate, barely beating heart, and not enough hands to hold us all together. News quickly spread and soon my house was packed with our friends and loved ones eager to help, yet equally desperate in their own grief.
As the sun sank and shadows grew long, I gathered my five children around me and retreated to my bedroom, exhausted and drained. Their eyes, mirrors of my own sorrow, conveyed the intense pain of their wounded hearts. Broken and lost at losing my husband—their father—to a ruthless storm that tore his plane from the sky, I turned toward heaven and asked, “How do I do this?” In that moment the answer flooded my heart, in a stream of beautiful comfort…“You can do this! It’s all true… God lives, Jesus is the Christ, and we will be together again!” I cannot explain the clear reality of the words that moved within me, but I knew in that moment that I was not alone. Although we couldn’t see or touch him, I knew his love for us was undying.
In the two years since that day loving friends and family have repeatedly asked how we are doing. But words cannot express the calm we sensed from the touch of unseen hands, or the comfort of unspoken words. In an attempt to heal, and explain the unexplainable, images formed in my mind. Today those images have been captured, first in clay, then from clay to sculpture, and finally, sculpture. These sculptures are a visual expression of our loved ones, who are gone, and yet are still with us . Finally… I found a way to externally convey the enduring love I felt so completely.
Soon I realized these sculptures, born of my grief, were meant to comfort many, not just one. Those of us who have lost loved ones may share a common pain, but our stories look different. So I began collecting stories, and then turning each into a sculpture representing unending love.
Each sculpture is born from real life trauma, yours, friends, family and mine. We all have them. Our hearts are rent in many pieces, but in realizing they live on, surround us, and await the day that they can lovingly embrace us, we find healing.
Remember, you are not alone. Your loved ones have not truly left you. Their love for you is real, and present. Their hands and hearts still touch you, comfort you, and protect you. No matter how long it has been, they will always at your side. In quiet moments, be still, and you will feel them.
Each of these figures illustrates the closeness we feel, but cannot see.
From Kristen Lamb - Founder of Still With you