I recently lost someone very dear to me; someone who helped to shape my life in so many immeasurable ways.

And who, through the vastness of their own being, gifted my life reason and purpose.

In life, they wiped away tears, alleviated my fears, and occasionally, took arms against those ‘monsters’ under the bed. And in between all those special life moments, taught me the value of rising up again.

In doing so — they helped me to soar.

To call them ‘hero’ would be an understatement, for sure — for no words could dare to encompass their fullness of heart. Though, in passing, I may have shared a word now and then — ‘inspiration’, ‘confidante’, ‘best friend.’

The truth is, there are no words to encapsulate the beauty of every moment; the trust formed at the cusp of every skinned knee…nor, the capacity of selflessness in making sure others always had more.

I often wonder my life in having never known them? That simple thought reinforces what I’ve always known:

That I was one of the luckiest human beings on this earth.

For I had the blessing of knowing them. And, I have the honor of carrying their love forward.

Through my actions…

Through my deeds…

Through each of my intentions…

I will embrace the very best parts of who they were.

And, I shall fill the crippling space of their absence, with the continuance of an undying love.

We always wish to be prepared, now don’t we? To be centered and of service to others. But the truth is, even in this moment — they are here to guide our way.

It is, by far, the most divine of all life lessons. Proving, that the energy that once was, now moves through us.

And that even in death, there is a heart.

This is the blessing of having known another. This is the blessing of a forever kind of love.

Namaste <3