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In 2024, I got to meet @charlesesten, the actor that played Deacon Claybourne on @nashvillecmt. I gave him a copy of my book and mentioned that his character from the show really needed it.
Recently, I started watching the show again, mainly because of @haydenpanettiere’s death. I wanted to revisit the characters, their stories, and the music, but what I didn’t realize is how many layers of loss are threaded throughout the show.
One of the things Nashville portrayed so beautifully was how grief wears so many different faces. It doesn’t look the same in everyone. Sometimes it’s loud, sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it shows up as anger, and sometimes it hides behind a smile. It can bring people together or leave them feeling completely alone. And sometimes, it’s simply learning how to keep living while carrying the loss of someone you love.
It has been a reminder of why I wrote “My Grief is Not Like Yours” and why I wanted to reach grievers in the first place. Grief is not a one-size-fits-all. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. It’s so important to understand that. By allowing someone to grieve the way they need to and to grieve what they need to - we are giving them the space they need to start healing. ❤️🩹
I am thankful I am able to reflect on the way I once saw grief and how I see it now. I will never get over it - I just get stronger.
#hope #healing #theoboyd #LoveAndLoss #thinktheo
How many of you do this? I still do it almost every day. #grieflife #emotions #signs #hope #healing
Remembering Dallas today. It’s been 1 year since you left us to be with Lady. ❤️
To My Horse in Heaven
What’s it like, above the clouds,
Are the stars as beautiful as your brow?
Is the truth as pure as your eyes,
Telling truths, never lies?
Do the sunbeams cast and float,
As they glisten on your chestnut coat?
Do you hear the tap of delicate rain,
Remembering your barn, just the same?
Do you prance like the colt you once were,
Never doubting, nothing spurred?
Through the flowery fields, do you race and run,
With young hooves, as if you’d just begun?
As you gallop with effortless stride,
Does your tail twist and glide?
Does the cool breeze blow and flow your mane,
Rising and falling, but with no reign?
Are the heaps of hay bright and gold,
As you’re welcomed into the flock and fold?
With unbridled love, are you free to roam,
And does it all just feel like home?
-Written by Theo Boyd
In memory of Dallas
October, 2025
For those out there that think grief is something we can get over…
I start my day, get out a box of cereal, and as I’m pouring- I have to catch my breath.
The date that brought me to my knees is staring at me. 
Grief never goes away - we just get stronger.
I’m going to get on with my day now.
A common question I get asked, "How did you have hope when you were first experiencing loss?"
The answer is simple, "I didn`t."
A fresh griever will not be open to hearing or even thinking about hope. Hope was the last thing on my mind. Everything was hopeless, and I wanted it that way. #hopeless
I didn`t need a fixer or trite words. I didn`t need a book or counselor. I didn`t need anything, except the one I had lost. Nothing else would suffice. I needed what could never be. #LoveAndLoss
It is so important to know that being supported and loved is still important. I needed the hugs and the prayers, but I also needed the space to feel what I was feeling without it being silenced. #emotions
I needed to feel the sadness. I needed to experience it for myself, in my own time, in my own way. It is only through this pain that I could later see what hope had been holding for me. #sad
Little by little, sign by sign, I began to see the little rays of light in my life. I noticed the things that were happening in my life were not coincidence. They were purposefully placed right in front of me. #hope
As I felt, saw, and experienced these signs of hope, I noticed that I was healing. As I opened my eyes, I saw more and more. I saw that hope was there, waiting for me. I was healing in a way that only God can heal. #hopealltheway #theoboyd #signs
I get really stressed with life.
I worry.
I overthink things.
I doubt decisions that I make.
I build scary scenarios in my head.
I forget who is really in charge.
My Meme never did.
Her faith was steadfast.
She was a spiritual rock.
If she ever worried, doubted, or got scared - well, it never showed. All that showed was her love for Jesus and her complete faith in God’s word.
We probably all need this little reminder. #grief #hope #love #faith #theoboyd
It’s getting dark a little earlier now. The sky has an orange tint in the evenings, and the air smells like all fall’s best.
Changing seasons are difficult for grievers. As our senses wake up to new sights and smells, we start to break a little more, feeling the loss - deep down, in the pit of our stomach.
Memories are beautiful, yet they can leave our hearts aching. As we look back on times that we can never have again - HOW do we move forward into this new season without them?
When we are fresh grievers, newly introduced into the cold world of grief - it’s too hard to see any sign of hope. Everything seems hopeless. It’s okay to feel that - actually, you must.
We have to start out on this new road by paying attention to our feelings in a way we never have before. We must honor our pain. Feel it. Let it be seen. It’s okay.
It’s normal to be sad.
It’s normal to hurt.
It’s normal to grieve.
It’s part of living.
Yes, grieving is part of living.
Don’t let anyone tell you that you don’t need to be sad or that you are not grieving in the way they expect you to grieve, or not grieve, for that matter.
Grief is unique to each griever.
The most beautiful part of grief is the love that caused it and it is in that love that we can pull strength from the deepest places of our broken heart. It’s not easy. It’s the hardest thing that we ever will have to do - move forward in life without them.
Watch for the signs that they are sending you. Open your eyes to what God has planned for your life. There is a reason you are still here. Believe all these things - even if it hurts. Believe. There may not be any way to make sense of things, but God has the ultimate plan that one day - we will know. Until then...
Remember that hope is always there waiting for you, so take your time, and it will find you.
#thinktheo #hopealltheway #theoboyd #hope #grief
We heal from the inside (emotional) to the outside (physical). Grief takes a toll on your body. It can do more damage than you think possible. I was in menopause, and I didn’t even know it. My A1c was high enough that I was looking at borderline diabetes. My muscles were weak. I wasn’t taking any vitamins. And to top it all off, I was given a diagnosis of osteoporosis. But all that has changed! I’ve taken control of my body with my mind. My FREE app will be releasing soon “CHAPTERS” and with this app, I’m gonna help you get healthy again. If I can do it, anyone can do it. #theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #healing #hope
In 2024, I got to meet Charles Esten, the actor that played Deacon Claybourne on Nashville on CMT. I gave him a copy of my book and mentioned that his character from the show really needed it.
Recently, I started watching the show again, mainly because of Hayden Panettiere’s death. I wanted to revisit the characters, their stories, and the music, but what I didn’t realize is how many layers of loss are threaded throughout the show.
One of the things Nashville portrayed so beautifully was how grief wears so many different faces. It doesn’t look the same in everyone. Sometimes it’s loud, sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it shows up as anger, and sometimes it hides behind a smile. It can bring people together or leave them feeling completely alone. And sometimes, it’s simply learning how to keep living while carrying the loss of someone you love.
It has been a reminder of why I wrote “My Grief is Not Like Yours” and why I wanted to reach grievers in the first place. Grief is not a one-size-fits-all. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. It’s so important to understand that. By allowing someone to grieve the way they need to and to grieve what they need to - we are giving them the space they need to start healing. ❤️🩹
I am thankful I am able to reflect on the way I once saw grief and how I see it now. I will never get over it - I just get stronger.
#hope #healing #theoboyd #LoveAndLoss #thinktheo ...
How many of you do this? I still do it almost every day. #grieflife #emotions #signs #hope #healing ...
Remembering Dallas today. It’s been 1 year since you left us to be with Lady. ❤️
To My Horse in Heaven
What’s it like, above the clouds,
Are the stars as beautiful as your brow?
Is the truth as pure as your eyes,
Telling truths, never lies?
Do the sunbeams cast and float,
As they glisten on your chestnut coat?
Do you hear the tap of delicate rain,
Remembering your barn, just the same?
Do you prance like the colt you once were,
Never doubting, nothing spurred?
Through the flowery fields, do you race and run,
With young hooves, as if you’d just begun?
As you gallop with effortless stride,
Does your tail twist and glide?
Does the cool breeze blow and flow your mane,
Rising and falling, but with no reign?
Are the heaps of hay bright and gold,
As you’re welcomed into the flock and fold?
With unbridled love, are you free to roam,
And does it all just feel like home?
-Written by Theo Boyd
In memory of Dallas
October, 2025 ...
For those out there that think grief is something we can get over…
I start out my day, get out a box of cereal, and as I’m pouring- I have to catch my breath.
The date that brought me to my knees is staring at me. 
Grief never goes away - we just get stronger.
I’m going to get on with my day now. ...
A common question I get asked, "How did you have hope when you were first experiencing loss?"
The answer is simple, "I didn't."
A fresh griever will not be open to hearing or even thinking about hope. Hope was the last thing on my mind. Everything was hopeless, and I wanted it that way. #hopeless
I didn't need a fixer or trite words. I didn't need a book or counselor. I didn't need anything, except the one I had lost. Nothing else would suffice. I needed what could never be. #LoveAndLoss
It is so important to know that being supported and loved is still important. I needed the hugs and the prayers, but I also needed the space to feel what I was feeling without it being silenced. #emotions
I needed to feel the sadness. I needed to experience it for myself, in my own time, in my own way. It is only through this pain that I could later see what hope had been holding for me. #sad
Little by little, sign by sign, I began to see the little rays of light in my life. I noticed the things that were happening in my life were not coincidence. They were purposefully placed right in front of me. #hope
As I felt, saw, and experienced these signs of hope, I noticed that I was healing. As I opened my eyes, I saw more and more. I saw that hope was there, waiting for me. I was healing in a way that only God can heal. #hopealltheway #theoboyd #signs ...
I get really stressed with life.
I worry.
I overthink things.
I doubt decisions that I make.
I build scary scenarios in my head.
I forget who is really in charge.
My Meme never did.
Her faith was steadfast.
She was a spiritual rock.
If she ever worried, doubted, or got scared - well, it never showed. All that showed was her love for Jesus and her complete faith in God’s word.
We probably all need this little reminder. #grief #hope #love #faith #theoboyd ...
It's getting dark a little earlier now. The sky has an orange tint in the evenings, and the air smells like all fall's best.
Changing seasons are difficult for grievers. As our senses wake up to new sights and smells, we start to break a little more, feeling the loss - deep down, in the pit of our stomach.
Memories are beautiful, yet they can leave our hearts aching. As we look back on times that we can never have again - HOW do we move forward into this new season without them?
When we are fresh grievers, newly introduced into the cold world of grief - it's too hard to see any sign of hope. Everything seems hopeless. It's okay to feel that - actually, you must.
We have to start out on this new road by paying attention to our feelings in a way we never have before. We must honor our pain. Feel it. Let it be seen. It's okay.
It's normal to be sad.
It's normal to hurt.
It's normal to grieve.
It's part of living.
Yes, grieving is part of living.
Don't let anyone tell you that you don't need to be sad or that you are not grieving in the way they expect you to grieve, or not grieve, for that matter.
Grief is unique to each griever.
The most beautiful part of grief is the love that caused it and it is in that love that we can pull strength from the deepest places of our broken heart. It's not easy. It's the hardest thing that we ever will have to do - move forward in life without them.
Watch for the signs that they are sending you. Open your eyes to what God has planned for your life. There is a reason you are still here. Believe all these things - even if it hurts. Believe. There may not be any way to make sense of things, but God has the ultimate plan that one day - we will know. Until then...
Remember that hope is always there waiting for you, so take your time, and it will find you.
#thinktheo #hopealltheway #theoboyd #hope #grief ...
We can start to heal from the inside (emotional) to the outside (physical). Grief takes a toll on your body. It can do more damage than you think possible. I was in menopause, and I didn’t even know it. My A1c was high enough that I was looking at borderline diabetes. My muscles were weak. I wasn’t taking any vitamins. And to top it all off, I was given a diagnosis of osteoporosis. But all that has changed! I’ve taken control of my body with my mind. My app will be releasing soon “CHAPTERS” and with this app, I’m gonna help you get healthy again. If I can do it, anyone can do it. #theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #healing #hope ...
My favorite window in my new farmhouse is the one I think looks just like the "Little House on the Prairie" window.
I love looking out on the land that holds so many memories for me. Just beyond this window and the new gravel drive is an open field, so...
Through this window, I see myself standing on the toolbox of Daddy's pick-up and singing to the cows, as he throws square bales of hay out to feed, while whistling.
Through this window, I see myself walking behind my Meme, helping her pick black-eyed peas, squash, okra, and tomatoes from her garden, while she sings a familiar hymn.
Through this window, I can see Daddy counting cows, pointing at each one with his middle finger. (I never understood why he could use that finger, but I couldn't.)
Through this window, I see Momma waving for us to come back home, "Supper's ready!"
Through this window, my memories drift as my heart aches.
My favorite window in my new farmhouse is the one I think looks just like the "Little House on the Prairie" window.
#theoboyd #thinktheo #grief #healing #hope ...