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Birthdays are hard. Holidays are hard. Just remember to focus on the little things that bring you joy. #thinktheo #authors #hope #loss #books Happy Birthday to my Daddy in Heaven. 💔
December 19, 1943, my Meme gave birth to my Daddy by the wood stove. It was a cold day, as Daddy would tell the story. Dr. Treat, the community doctor, came to the house after he got word from a neighbor that Lillie (Meme) had put a white sheet on the roof. This was the sign to anyone around to please send a doctor.
Meme and Grandad named this new baby boy Joe Bob. Meme told us many times that she had prayed and prayed that her baby boy would become a preacher one day. That prayer came true. I was able to publish two of Daddy’s short stories before he died. “The Lord, Langsley, and Lester” and “Fran Found Me” He was thrilled, and he couldn’t believe that his stories were made into a book. In this photo, I had just received “The Lord, Langsley, and Lester” and couldn’t wait to see his reaction.
I remember saying, “Act like you are reading it, so I can take your picture.” I took the picture and said, “Okay, I’m done,” so he could put the book down.
“Quiet, I’m still reading. This is really good,” he responded.
We both laughed.
I learned how to write from Daddy, and in everything I do - I think of him. I think of what he would be saying about certain things or what he would tell me or how he might instruct me to do things in my life.
As I sit writing this, my face is completely wet with tears. I miss him more than words can ever say, and my tears fall short. This world is missing men like my Daddy. He always had three little words he would say to me when I would leave the house or begin to say goodbye on the phone...
“Be a Christian.” I miss hearing this, but it’s still inside me.
Thank you for teaching me about Jesus and for always reminding me to “Be a Christian.”
Happy Heavenly Birthday, Daddy. I love you.
Don’t forget to stop by the bookstore tonight in Midlothian, Texas!
“Belonging” is something we all want to feel. It’s rare to find the moments when you “belong” after loss, but when you do - that’s when you begin to see hope. #hopealltheway #lifeafterloss #grief #copingwithgrief #griefboojs #booksonhope #signs #authors
Healing is not forgetting. Moving forward with your grief and bringing your loved ones with you is the most beautiful thing that you can do. In “Hope All The Way” I walk you through the signs that I received and show you how to look for them in your life. I include some Christmas recipes, some writing prompts, and a few findings from my research study, “The Silent Weight of Grief in America.” I HOPE you enjoy this holiday season and remember - we are all in this together, you and me. #HopeAfterLoss #Grieving #CopingwithGrief #HolidayGrief @think_theo
If we can create safe spaces for grief and healing inside our workplaces - this will help employees become more creative and productive. BUT, most of all it will let them know they are heard and their loss matters. #theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #hope #authors #hopealltheway @betterhelp #lifeafterloss
It’s been so busy I haven’t had time to post my unforgettable trip with my daughter. #thanksgiving #2025 #motherdaughtertrip2025
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December 19, 1943, my Meme gave birth to my Daddy by the wood stove. It was a cold day, as Daddy would tell the story. Dr. Treat, the community doctor, came to the house after he got word from a neighbor that Lillie (Meme) had put a white sheet on the roof. This was the sign to anyone around to please send a doctor.
Meme and Grandad named this new baby boy Joe Bob. Meme told us many times that she had prayed and prayed that her baby boy would become a preacher one day. That prayer came true.
"Daddy was one of the most unforgettable characters you could ever meet. With his lean frame, standing six feet, four inches tall; his brown hair perfectly combed; eyes tinted in the softest powder blue - he was made to stand out among the rest..."
- My Grief is Not Like Yours, p. 100
"Daddy was a son, uncle, husband, father, speaker, teacher, preacher, farmer, and rancher. Whew! He was my everything. he was a hero to many, but especially to me. I'm a daddy's girl and always will be."
- My Grief is Not Like Yours, p. 101
"Daddy always had a strong voice, a voice that let you know exactly what was happening or needed to happen. When he spoke, you listened. But the voice I once knew had disappeared, just like Momma. He wasn't the same. Nothing was."
- Hope All The Way, p. 43
I was able to publish two of Daddy's short stories before he died. "The Lord, Langsley, and Lester" and "Fran Found Me" He was thrilled, and he couldn't believe that his stories were made into a book. In this photo, I had just received "The Lord, Langsley, and Lester" and couldn't wait to see his reaction.
I remember saying, "Act like you are reading it, so I can take your picture." I took the picture and said, "Okay, I'm done," so he could put the book down.
"Quiet, I'm still reading. This is really good," he responded.
We both laughed.
I learned how to write from Daddy, and in everything I do - I think of him. I think of what he would be saying about certain things or what he would tell me or how he might instruct me to do things in my life.
As I sit writing this, my face is completely wet with tears. I miss him more than words can ever say, and my tears fall short. This world is missing men like my Daddy. He always had three little words he would say to me when I would leave the house or begin to say goodbye on the phone...
"Be a Christian." I miss hearing this, but it's still inside me.
Thank you for teaching me about Jesus and for always reminding me to "Be a Christian."
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“Belonging” is something we all want to feel. It’s rare to find the moments when you “belong” after loss, but when you do - that’s when you begin to see hope. #hopealltheway #lifeafterloss #grief #copingwithgrief #griefboojs #booksonhope #signs #authors ... See MoreSee Less
“When you hear that special song playing on the radio out of the blue . . . When you see that certain time on a clock . . . When you’re given a piece of jewelry from a new love who would have no way of knowing the significance of its color and shape . . . It is these moments, these surprises—these divine signs—that can house the pieces of hope that carry you through loss and into a life filled with purpose, love, and cherished memories.” ... See MoreSee Less
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home VIEW BOOK TRAILER Thelizabeth Boyd was born and raised on a farm in the small town of Whitney, Texas. Her unique name is derived from her grandmothers —Thelma and Elizabeth. In middle school, h...If we can create safe spaces for grief and healing inside our workplaces - this will help employees become more creative and productive. BUT, most of all, it will let them know they are heard and their loss matters. #theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #hope #authors #hopealltheway #lifeafterloss BetterHelp ... See MoreSee Less
For some of us, dreams are the only way we can go home. With each carole we hear and scent we smell, memories continue to surface. This time of year can be the warmest, and at the same time, the coldest.
If you are a dreamer, like me, going home (if just in your mind) brings remembrances of comfort, peace, and love.
You are not alone. We are all
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Meet me in Midlothian, TX, next Thursday evening at O’Brien’s Bookshop from 6:00-7:30. HOPE to see you there! #booksigning #authorlife ... See MoreSee Less