01/26/2026
Autumn Rising!
Thank you for holding the space so beautifully. For the music that carried what I could not say. For the sound that met me when words left my body.
Autumn, your voice became a bridge. Between grief and breath. Between silence and release.
It honored one year of growth, transformation, connection, community, loss, love, unbecoming, and becoming since Arya was born on my Dad’s Name Day, January 20, 2025.
Sv. Jovan the Baptist. A new beginning. A new promise. A new intention.
On the evening of Jan. 20, 2026, honoring my Dad and celebrating one year of Arya, my words disappeared. My breath shortened. At moments, I struggled to speak. To teach.
Autumn’s voice and the notes moved through the space, holding what I could not. Carrying me through the silence.
To be present. To breathe. To go on.
In those moments, I felt his presence. My dad. So special.
A presence that lit up every room through the hardest and happiest moments. Generosity without effort. Kindness without condition.
Love for life. Love for simplicity.
Hands in the soil. Cooking. Planting. Gardening. Everything blossomed where he touched. Feeding everyone. Even the animals.
A one of a kind tailor.
Precise. Intentional. Meticulous. A master of fabric. Understanding its language. Its movement. Its purpose.
His love for my mom. Boundless. Unconditional.
His love for his grandchildren.
Rare. Exceptional. Unmatched. Present from their very first breath. A steady hand. A quiet strength. They miss him every day.
Eva walks in his footsteps.
Drawn to fabric, fashion, creation. A passion born through observation alone while watching her grandparents craft in the tailoring shop. Woven into her hands. Her vision. Her work.
His loss reawakened my senses.
Opened my perception. Shifted my perspective. Again and again. Across countless moments and truths. He lives on. In creation. In care. In intention. In Arya.
The evening was made even more unforgettable by the incredible bites from , the freshly squeezed juices from and the handcrafted Macedonian specialties lovingly prepared by my Mom. Every detail added warmth, joy, and connection. I miss You, Dad!
