As I write this I can feel my body trembling, my eyes welling with tears and my whole body sweating. It never feels like the right time to say goodbye. This whole thing just doesn’t feel right or real. 

I was afraid to share this. It’s still very raw, painful and new for me. It’s not even a scar yet…not even close. It’s still a gaping, fresh wound. A deep dark hole and emptiness in my heart.

A mix of emotions that wakes me up in the night and makes me feel confused about what’s real when I wake each morning only to remember the pain again. 

When I thought about not sharing it with you, it felt incongruent. It’s not easy grieving, losing someone we love and saying goodbye. It hurts like fucking hell. But sharing this felt like all I could do right now.

I felt ready enough. I’ll never be fully ready.  

I also know that I can’t do, support, serve or share anything else until I’ve shown my bleeding heart to you. Until I’ve allowed you to see me in this dark place.

So here goes…the process of grieving and mourning continues and life moves on, even when it feels like the world is falling apart inside of me. 

And to my father: I love you dad. Forever and always. 

We had a memorial to celebrate my father’s life on Saturday the 9th. We had him cremated and his remains placed in a Star Trek urn. He loved Star Trek and it feels like the perfect representation of him. 

My dad was goofy, silly, an amazing builder of things. I swear he could fix or build anything. He was funny, kind and a friend to everyone he met. He touched the lives and hearts of many and he will be missed so deeply by me and many others who loved him. 

I created an altar for his memorial with candles, roses and rose petals. At home he sits on one of my personal altar surrounded by candles, roses and burning frankincense. 

I love you, dad. RIP. 

With love,

Amber