09/27/2026
Every once in a while, I think it's probably good for me to step out from behind the words I write and tell you a little about the person who's actually sitting here writing them.
My name is Gary, and long before I ever wrote a book about grief, I spent more than 30 years working in banking. I never imagined that one day I would be writing about loss, facilitating grief groups, working in hospice, or sharing my thoughts with hundreds of thousands of people.
That part of my life began because of something I never wanted to happen.
In 2014, my husband Rob died from metastatic melanoma. I cared for him at home through the final part of his illness, and I was there when he died. I was 50 years old and suddenly had to figure out who I was when the life I thought I was going to have was gone.
Eventually, I found myself wanting to help other grieving people feel a little less alone. I trained in hospice and bereavement work, became a grief coach, began facilitating support groups, and started writing. Not because I had grief figured out, but because I knew what it was like to live it.
And somewhere along the way, those writings became books and this community.
Today, I live near the coast in Massachusetts. I love to read and the beach is my happy place. I have a little dog named Zoe who I adore. And I find so much joy in supporting this Surviving Grief community because it allows me the opportunity to meet so many compassionate and kind people. It seems strange to say I find joy in writing about grief, but I do. And that joy comes from knowing that maybe somewhere in the world something I write is helping to make someone feel less alone.
I'm still a pretty ordinary guy. I worry about my family. I love being near the ocean. I have good days and bad days. I still think about Rob. I still say good morning and goodnight to him. And even after all these years of writing about grief, sometimes I sit down to write and have absolutely no idea what I'm going to say until the words start coming.
Most of what I write begins with something one of you has said to me. A comment. An email. A question. Something that makes me think, "We need to talk about this."
So if you've ever wondered who's on the other side of these posts, that's a little bit about me.
But I'd also like to know a little more about you.
Where are you reading this from, and who’s the person you carry with you?
I truly believe we're all just walking each other home, and I feel so blessed to have you walking alongside me on this journey we never wanted to go on.
-Gary