Early last month my step father, my mother’s husband, my brother’s father, was suddenly taken. Gone. A tragic accident. Reminding me again of the physical finality of death.
It had been years since death last visited so close to home. 20 years since the passing of my sister, 17 years since the passing of my grandfather. Members of my inner circle of family.
And as death always does, brings me to the place of deep grief, many full expressions from the emotional wave and reflections of my own life and my own living.
It has been a month of weaving through it all. Holding hearts and hands through grief and loss.
Always bringing me back to a place of assessing life. Assessing places where I limit myself, and the parts I want to celebrate. The parts of my life that need a spring clean, and the parts that need a good reno. Most importantly death asks me what I want to experience through living.
It asks me to honestly reflect if my desires...