02/02/2026
With a heavy heart, I’m sharing that my beloved dad has passed away. 💔
I was so fortunate to make it to his side in time—through canceled flights and long delays—to hold him, care for him, and be fully present during his final days.
I rubbed his hands and feet, played his favorite songs, lay beside him listening to meditations, and when the moment came, I rested my hand on his heart as I called in his ancestors, guides, loved ones, and surrounded him with white, healing light. It was time, and he went peacefully.
At my stepmother’s gentle suggestion, I was honored to wash his body afterward—a sacred, ceremonial goodbye that felt like the most tender gift. Being the last to hold him before he returned to the earth… I will carry that moment forever.
Alzheimer’s has slowly taken so much of him over the years—his memories, his spark, his independence. In that way, this was the right time for his beautiful soul to be free again. And for that, even through the tears, I’m deeply grateful.
These last days have been achingly hard, profoundly emotional, and exquisitely beautiful all at once. What a privilege it has been to be his daughter, his friend, and—especially these past 6+ years—his caregiver. 2 of those years he lived with us, wrapped in our family’s love. I will miss him more than words can hold.
Thank you, Dad, for everything you were, everything you are, and everything you taught me about love. I love you beyond measure. 🙏✨
Sending love to anyone else walking through grief right now. You’re not alone. 🤍
