I live in arguably one of the best places on earth, leading a pretty satisfying life…good friends, work with a purpose, playing in the ocean several days a week, and beautiful views right out my door. But it’s only through losing absolutely everything that I eventually made room for this life. Growing up I never once thought, “I want to dedicate my career and time to growth through grief.” Instead I spent my childhood yearning for the golden era of adulthood. I foolishly thought that’s when I’d finally be in control of my own destiny. As an only child of divorced parents, all I ever hoped for was a family of my own with a handful of kids. For the twenty-two year old version of myself, marrying a man and inheriting three-step children all aged six and under, whom I loved as my own, actually seemed like a good idea. Four years later, I gave birth to my one and only biological child, Alison Belle. How’s that for a big family to call my own? This is when I knew I was finally living my dream.
Next week will mark fifteen years since my daughter Alison died. She will have been gone three times longer than she was alive. And yet the five years I had with her leave a lasting legacy like no other. Yes, of course her life, her spirit, and my memories with her are a large partContinue reading “Living a Legacy”