When my Dad died a few years back, I expereinced true and tangible anguish. I had witnessed my vibrant, genuine, loving gentle father lose himself in to the unknown of his disassembling mind.

I had witnessed human suffering.

During the incessant years of watching him slip away little by little, I learned to trust my intuition and provide my dad with a happy life. What an honor that was - ushering him on the long journey, through a progressive neurological disease, from this place to the place beyond. I used that same intuition to recognize that I have two choices: I can dwell in the dark or I can lean in to the light. And I chose both. Thats when I realized they don’t exist in silos. They exist in collaboration. You cannot fully experience one without knowing the other.

Throughout this experience - the love, the loss and the transformation, I am now at a place where I am acutely aware of the passing of time. I acknowledge how fleeting it all is. But, mostly - I understand the life-altering experience it is to walk alongside grief and allow it to batter down my walls and sit within the depths of my heart. And that integration of heartbreak and love co-exisisting within me makes me want to touch the sky, man.

That’s why.