Blue Bee Project

 

A community rooted in hope, created in memory of our son, Nathan Montez Jr., to remind others they are not alone.

We exist to spread hope in a world where so many suffer in silence.

Our hearts are especially with young people. We see you. If you’re struggling, we want you to know you are loved, and you are in our prayers.

At the Blue Bee Project, we are working toward a world where no one feels unseen or unsupported. We believe hope takes root when people show up for one another — by listening, checking in, and choosing kindness in everyday moments. These small acts can make a lasting difference.


We made a promise: to honor our son’s life by helping others find hope.

This is why the Blue Bee Project exists: to honor Nathan’s life by sharing his story with honesty and love, in the hope that it helps someone feel seen, understood, and less alone.

Blog

In Loving Memory of Nathan Lee Montez, Jr.

This blog is a space to share stories, memories, reflections, and events inspired by our son’s life. It is also a place to speak openly about mental health, grief, and hope. We hope it brings comfort, connection, and awareness to others who visit. 

  • Where does my joy come from? The Lord.

    This doesn’t mean tears don’t fall , or that I don’t have mornings where I wake up with a very real, physical pain in my chest. My heart hurts because I miss Nathan so much. Today Jan 26, 2026 is 2 years since Nathan’s passing. For the past couple months, I’ve been thinking a lot…

  • Holding Each Other Through the Unthinkable

    This was our first time out on the town together as a family after losing Nathan. We were still finding our way, still feeling it all, but holding onto love, and finding hope in the little moments. #BlueBeeProject #FamilyHealing   Holding Each Other Through the Unthinkable “Why?” It’s one of the first and hardest questions…

  • The Silence After Loss and the Words That Helped Me Survive It

    After losing Nathan, life changed in ways I can’t fully put into words…silence. The world looked the same, but nothing felt the same because nothing would ever be the same after losing our son to suicide. There were days I’d sit in the quiet, waiting to hear his big laugh, his whistling, or even just…

Speak Openly About Mental Health

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