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THINK THEO started as a name of a podcast. I wanted to share the stories of grieving people like me. It quickly grew into a place of understanding — A place to read, listen, and understand that you are not alone. We are all grieving in different ways, but it is important to remember that My Grief is Not Like Yours.
Theo’s love for life encompasses the podcasts and shines through in her writing. I enjoyed both my interview on Theo’s podcast as well as listening to several of her episodes. We all need hope and to smile more. and Theo’s easy and charismatic way of introducing the guest, chatting and bantering with me and her other guests was so refreshing. If you are looking for a meaningful podcast or book to read – THINK THEO!
Theo first had a podcast with me as her guest and then did one with both Dale and me. I admit I was nervous, but Theo made me feel like I was having a
conversation with a good friend. I had a blast! Dale and I both enjoyed the podcast we did together. Theo is such a kind and beautiful woman inside and out!
I will be a fan…. and friend forever!
Theo’s life experiences have shaped her to give others hope during the process of grieving. My time with her on her podcast ThinkTheo helped me to learn how our lives are similar, but yet different in such a way that there is a bond like no other. I am grateful for her gift in helping others understanding that everyone’s grief is not the same, but yet our grief connects us all.
It’s just as much a reminder for me…we must continue to care for each other, but also for ourselves. Be kind to yourself. #mygriefisnotlikeyours #thinktheo #griefbooks #selfcare #grief #learningtolive #loveyourself ... See MoreSee Less
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Thank you all so much for the birthday wishes.
“With a friend, life has no end.”
- My Grief is Not Like Yours 🥰❤️ ... See MoreSee Less
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Happy Birthday, Theo!
Happy Belated Birthday Theo! 🌸🎶🩷 I hope you had a beautiful day! Hugs!💞
Belated Happy Birthday!
Happy Belated Birthday!!!
Happy Birthday!!🥳❤️🎉
Happy Birthday!
Happy belated birthday 🎊🎂 ! Enjoyed meeting you in Rockdale, TX !
Happy Birthday Sunshine 🌞
Lovely😍
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Now, I have 52 shadows.50 Shadows - Let your shadows lead you.
I was born in a small Texas town called Whitney on April 21, 1972. In a one-story, L-shaped building near the center of downtown, you may know it now as Urgent Care or Benji’s, but it was once quite the busy hospital. I wasn’t the only baby in the nursery, but I was the only one born on that day.
"It was a Friday morning, 9:03 AM, 7 lbs. 12.5oz., 21.5 long" as momma would remind me each year. Dr. Hill delivered me and would continue to be our doctor for years to come. You could say he is the first person I met in this town. I was a small shadow in his hands as he welcomed me and put me in momma’s arms for the first time.
The quiet streets that surround this place are filled with potholes and purpose. Every part of this town helped shape me in some way. Each shadow has a story behind it.
Across from the hospital was the dentist where I got my first cleaning. Next to that was the peanut house, where I watched daddy empty full trailers of Spanish reds. Down the road a stretch, I started Kindergarten with Mrs. Booth and Mrs. Penney, and each year I would return to a new grade with a new teacher that influenced my life somehow. I have Wildcat blood flowing inside, pushing me to give back some of what I was given.
From the first cry I made inside this hospital to the Friday night “Go Wildcats!” yell at Baker Field, I still have a voice.
From my first steps to marching in white boots in front of this building for a homecoming parade, I am still moving forward.
No matter what direction we go in life, our shadow is there following us and reminding us of who we are.
Being my parent’s first child, I didn’t lack attention. Each year, momma would decorate the kitchen and dining room with streamers, balloons, a gift, and a homemade cake. I don’t remember any of the gifts, but I do remember the pink streamers and balloons that were so beautifully strung along the ceiling. Oh, and I always remember the cake!
I find it hard to believe I’m no longer that little girl, waking up to pink streamers and balloons with the smell of cake baking in the oven. I still had birthdays, but they weren’t as special as the ones when I lived back home.
I grew up. I moved away, shadows and all.
I see 50 shadows, pushing me up and ready to hold me if I fall. Each year, I add another number to my age and another shadow lines up behind me. My shadows have been there the entire time. As I look back, I can see some of them so clearly.
I see my shadow rocking in my mother’s arms.
I see my shadow sitting on top of daddy’s shoulders.
I see my shadow carrying a watermelon or bending down to feed a baby calf.
I see my shadow swinging on the playground.
I see my shadow baptized with hands folded to pray.
I see my shadow at the piano playing its keys.
I see my shadow with my hand stretched out to marry.
I see my shadow with my stomach big and round, holding my daughter inside.
I see my shadow holding my daughter’s hand.
I see my shadow alone, watching him leave for another.
I see my shadow bending down to hug my mother’s grave.
I see my shadow bending down to hug my daddy’s lifeless body.
I see my shadow watching everything leave.
I see my shadow rising to stand another day.
The shadows may have taken different shape through the years, but they are all mine.
A heart may break, but the shadow never shows the cracks or breaks inside. No matter what changes happen in our life, we are still whole. The shadow remains solid and full, holding us when we can’t hold ourselves.
I know that every part of who I am is because of where I came from. I may have 50 shadows, but there is only one me.
Maybe it’s time I let my shadows lead the way.
-Theo Boyd #shadows #LetYourselfHurt #letyourselfheal #thinktheo #mygriefisnotlikeyours #grief #griefjourney #heartbroken #standtall #prayer #pray #love ... See MoreSee Less
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❤️ I love this Theo! When I read and listen to your posts, it’s as if I hear my own heart speaking…..The small town childhood, the most loving parents and the grief of losing them, the hearts of others in our lives that made us who we are! It’s all in what we have in common with others, than what our differences are that keeps us going. To know that so many of us walk the same paths although we take different forks in the road, but end up on the same path with our individual shadows…..just some of my thoughts this morning. Thanks for sharing about your shadows! ❤️
Happy Birthday! We share the same day! And I share the same shadows. My day is April 21,1961. And if I learned anything it is this… life is short thing sometimes. 👍🏻❤️💎🎂🧁🎈
What wonderful memories, and wonderfully writen Theo, May God continue to bless you and use you in mighty ways 🙏!
Beautiful!💜 Happy Birthday!💜