Grief doesn’t erase you it reveals you.
I’m Ro—widow, grandma, and porch-light soul behind Grandma Farmer.
This space wasn’t built from strategy. It was born from the ache of grief, the slow work of healing, and the hope that maybe you’re not as alone as you feel.
The Silence That Followed Was Deafening.
I didn’t set out to start something—I was just trying to survive.
After losing my husband, I was the woman crying in the parking lot, holding bags of horse feed and heartbreak. The silence wasn’t just in the house. It was in friendships, faith, and my sense of self. But little by little, with grit, grace, and more prayers than I could untangle, I started planting tiny seeds of hope. I rode horses. I opened my Bible. I cried in grocery store aisles. I remembered who I was—and who God still said I was.
Grandma Farmer is my second cup of hot chocolate. My second porch chair. My quiet “me too” in a world full of noise.
You don’t have to be strong here. You just have to show up.
Why I Do This
What You’ll Find Here
This isn’t a program. It’s a place.
And you’re welcome to take what you need, when you need it.
Still Held Podcast
The Porchlight Journal
Short, grace-filled blog posts written for the widow’s heart—real talk, steady truth, and faith that meets you where you are.
Devotional
A soft invitation to re-engage with Scripture—written for the woman who isn’t sure how to pray right now, but still wants to feel held.
Porch Letters
Gentle, faith-soaked emails sent straight from my heart to your inbox—because some days you just need to know someone’s thinking of you.