04/16/2026
Winter returned without asking.
Soft, steady, and a little stubborn — covering roads we thought were clear, reminding us that seasons don’t always move forward in straight lines.
Grief can feel like that, too.
Just when the ground feels steady again, something shifts. A memory, a date, a moment — and suddenly, you’re back in it.
In a small church near Smoky Lake, we gathered through fresh snow and slow roads to honour a life. Because no matter the season — or how many times winter comes back — love shows up. And so do we.
Every time. 💚
If you’ve found comfort in the way we talk about grief and care, you’re always welcome here.
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