10/11/2026
This Thanksgiving weekend, we’re remembering.
Missing a voice at the table. The banter and laughter. All those simple moments we thought we’d have more of.
We’re telling stories, loving his Piper, making his favourite meal and listening to his music. There’s still laughter. Then something catches us, and we miss him all over again.
We’re back to basics. Being together. Doing what needs to be done. Feeling a strange urgency to live and do things, while also feeling a bit stuck.
A little slower. Softer. Less certain.
Moving through the stages of grief and change.
And the sun keeps rising….
We’re leaning in 🧡.