I am the winding path -
I invite you to find your way.
I am the swaying grass -
I invite you to bend and not break.
I woke this morning filled with thoughts of our son Ryan. On this day, 28 years ago, we were holding him as he took his last breaths. He passed peacefully. Life was forever changed in that moment.
I always enter this day with a sense of wonder. How will it be this year? What will be stirred in me as I remember him and his short life?
This morning I asked him to co-create the experience with me.