My father was one of the most special people in my life. I knew he struggled with addiction, and for many years I carried the painful belief that he loved his addictions more than he loved his family. What I didn’t understand then - and what I have since come to learn - is that addiction is never truly about the substance. Addiction is the symptom of deep, unhealed trauma, and at its core, it often reflects a profound lack of self-love.

When my father crossed over, my entire world shifted. The ache of missing his physical presence was almost unbearable. Yet, his passing became one of my greatest teachers. Through my own healing journey, I began to see the purpose in his life and in his death. I came to understand trauma in a way I never had before, and I realized that every way I wished I could have helped my dad - I am now able to extend to others.

Today, I know that love never ends; it simply transforms. I feel my father with me every day - guiding me, reminding me, and inspiring the work I do. His presence is woven into every grief session I hold, every tear I witness, and every heart I help to mend.

It would be my deepest honor to walk beside you in your own journey of loss - to hold space for your pain, to help you uncover the deeper lessons within it, and to remind you that while grief can feel like darkness, love remains, eternal and unbreakable.