Meet Alana Long.
We are all one, we know the same pain. I brought myself back to happiness.
So can you.
About Alana
Finding a starting point when introducing myself can be difficult, but for me, there is a clear beginning: Wednesday, May 27th, 2020, at 4:18 PM. On that day, my life was forever changed. I was hit by a drunk driver, and in the process, I lost my son. That moment altered everything for me.
My son Travis was 30 weeks in utero when we were hit head-on. He gave his life to protect me, absorbing the impact and shielding my organs. The tragedy of losing him is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced, but at the same time, it became a turning point in my life—a painful gift. It sparked a new strength within me, leading me down a path to show others that it is possible to find happiness after the loss of a child. There are ways to honor our loved ones without losing ourselves to the overwhelming grief that can flood us at any moment. Though grief remains ever-present, it can be a source of inspiration to do good in the world. The human mind and spirit are stronger than we often realize, and through the loss of my son, I have come to understand this. I now know my true purpose: to help and heal, to lift up those who I come into contact with, to create a community rooted in empathy, and to show that joy can still be found after child loss.
What devastated me the most also revealed my greatest gift. It opened my eyes to my true potential within God’s plan. I am here because my son’s life and death have given me a new passion and mission—to be a source of support for others. My goal is to help you heal, to remind you that there is hope and light after tragedy, and to honor my son’s legacy.
On that fateful day, someone else’s actions took my son’s life—and in many ways, it took a part of me as well. But in that loss, I was reborn. I now know what I must do, both for my son and for you. I may not have all the answers, but I am here with open arms. I will listen, share my story through my own tears, and show you how I found the strength to move forward. My grief remains, but it is no longer my only focus. My newfound purpose has allowed me to continue forward with hope and a clearer vision for the future.
As I connect with other parents, especially mothers who have also lost a child, I have come to realize that we share a common pain—a hole in our hearts that cannot be filled. But we also share a profound understanding of the love a mother has for her child. This bond can help heal us through shared stories and triumphs. I have always believed in myself, my resilience, and my ability to bounce back. I may not have achieved as much as others I admire, but one thing I’ve always done is persevere. I never quit. And I won’t quit now.
I’m here for you, for your child, and for my son Travis Anthony Long, who continues to guide me from Heaven. I look forward to walking this journey with you, finding strength together and discovering healing in the process.
Meet Travis
Travis was a beautiful, unexpected blessing in my life. I clearly remember the day I found out I was pregnant. I can recall what I was wearing, who I was with, and the moment that led me to take the pregnancy test. I remember the excitement I felt, the conversations I had—it was a moment of pure joy.
My angel baby, Travis, came into my life and made it known that he was there. Although my pregnancy with him wasn’t the easiest, I cherished every moment of it. I love being pregnant, and after my first son, Dominic, was born early and spent time in the NICU, I was looking forward to a "normal" pregnancy. Travis was closely monitored to ensure his safety, and I saw him the day before he was taken from us—happy, healthy, and alive. He was my perfect little boy, completing our family. I pictured him and Dominic growing up together—just two years apart—best friends, confidants, inseparable. I imagined them laughing, playing, fighting, making up, and experiencing the beautiful bond that brothers share.
Dominic, or "Nico," was as excited as any two-year-old could be for his brother to arrive. We had plans to move into our new home, and after a long, challenging process with contracts and living in a rental, we could finally see the end in sight. Our beautiful country home awaited us—a place where we could raise our boys surrounded by nature and a simpler way of life. We eagerly anticipated this new chapter.
But rather than focusing on what Travis wasn’t able to experience, I choose to remember all the beautiful things he was—and still is. Travis is my angel. He saved me by guiding me on this journey. He kept me here to be a mother to my son, and to find my purpose in empowering others. Travis is my miracle baby, showing signs of life when we least expected it and gave me a higher purpose in this life, showing me how to leave a lasting mark on the world. He continues to remind me that he is with us in spirit, often through divine intervention and signs in the beauty of life itself.
Travis Anthony Long is my son—one who never had the chance to show us the amazing person he was meant to be. But I hold onto the hope that one day, I will be able to hug and hold him again in heaven.
Mommy loves you, Travis.
