About Felicia

Hi, I’m Felicia, and I’m so glad you’ve found your way here.

Daughters of Boaz was born from one of the most heartbreaking chapters of my life. I never imagined becoming a widow, much less sharing that journey with others. But somewhere along the way, I began to realize how much it means to know you aren’t alone while walking this road.

This is my story, and it’s the reason there’s always room for one more at our table.

In the midst of a global pandemic, I lost my husband to Covid-19. It was the hardest thing I had ever been through. He fought for a little over a month.

I was devastated. We closed on our house two weeks before he went into the hospital. He “had a cold”. We were in the process of adopting his biological granddaughter. We were in the process of raising our 9 year old daughter. So much of my future changed in that moment. Watching him slip away, I felt a part of me slipping away as well.

Through therapy, and with prayer and support from my family, I was able to crawl out of the ashes of my world. I had to keep going. I had to be strong, or at least look that way.

I showed my girls a strength I didn’t always feel, but they also saw some of the collapses. I felt hollow, and empty. I have never felt so alone as I did through this time.

I knew eventually I could be happy again, so I dug in. I started reading books on grief, and loss, and widows. I listened to countless podcasts. I leaned on the Word and did bible studies on loss.

I have learned to just keep taking steps forward and work toward a new life and a new future.

I decided to reach out because I don’t want another widow to feel as alone as I did in the beginning. You are not alone. I am here with you.

Daughters of Boaz is growing into something I hope will become much more than a blog. I envision a sisterhood of women who understand that grief isn’t something we simply get over. It’s something we learn to carry, often with the help of others who understand.

My hope is that through shared stories, honest conversations, and eventually small gatherings and opportunities for fellowship, we can create a place where no woman feels invisible in her grief.

I can’t promise you that this road will be easy. I can’t tell you when the tears will stop or when the memories will bring more smiles than heartache. I’m still figuring some of that out myself.

But I can tell you that there is still beauty to be found, even after unimaginable loss. Sometimes it’s in the smallest moments, and sometimes we need someone else to help us see it.

So wherever you are in your journey, I hope you’ll find a little understanding here, a little hope for tomorrow, and the comfort of knowing that you belong.

If you’d like to connect, you’re always welcome to reach out through this page or find us on Facebook and Instagram.

Pull up a chair. There’s room for you at our table.