06/14/2026
I’ve been away for a while, and I finally feel ready to share why.
This spring, our family cared for my father‑in‑law at his home during his final weeks. Hospice at home is one of the hardest, most sacred things a family can walk through. If you’ve done it, I’m with you. I understand the exhaustion, the tenderness, the heartbreak, and the strange beauty that lives inside those days.
He meant so much to me. He taught me to slow down, to appreciate nature, to pay attention to the small moments — the way the light hits the water, the sound of animals moving through the woods, the quiet of the evening settling in. He was an accomplished woodsman and a marine ship builder, a man who understood the land and the water in a way that felt almost spiritual. And he loved his family with a steadiness that shaped all of us.
During those weeks, the sunsets became our ritual. They were our breath, our pause, our reminder that even in the hardest moments, beauty still shows up. I took photos of every single one. Someday, I’ll share them all. Maybe I’ll even make them into a book.
For now, I just needed time to heal, to rest, and to find my way back to myself. Thank you for being here. I’m ready to return. 💝
