On this day of this month

two years ago.

The last day with him.

One month + one day from now

two years ago.

The first day without him.

My mission within tending my father's rite of passage is to let myself fall even deeper in love with him. Instead of a lifetime ahead, there is a lifetime behind. And yet, this rite of passage stretches time in such a way that moments can carry months. So in each moment I show up with love.