10/15/2026
I don’t dream much, mostly because I don’t sleep well (thanks, perimenopause), but last night I had one of the best dreams I’ve had in a very long time.
I was sitting on a bus in a city that felt familiar but I didn’t recognize. I heard a voice behind me. A voice I knew, but one I couldn’t possibly hear again.
I turned around, and it was my mom.
I turned all the way around, put my hand on her face, and told her how good it was to see her. She told me she was always here.
In my periphery, I saw someone to her left. I shifted my focus, hoping to see my dad’s face, but instead, I was awakened by a Sysco truck making a 4 a.m. delivery.
My dad has been gone since 2014. My mom since 2020. In the years since, I’ve gotten sober, built my own company, and become a person they never really got the chance to know.
One of the hardest parts of grief isn’t just missing the people you love. It’s missing the opportunity to tell them who you’ve become. To share what you’ve learned, what you’ve survived, what you’re proud of, and what you’re still figuring out. To let them meet the version of you that life has shaped along the way.
That grief is part of why I created my company, and it shapes how I do what I do.
Life changes us. Sometimes by choice, sometimes by circumstance, and sometimes in ways we never could have anticipated. The person we are today may be very different from the person we were a year ago, five years ago, or even yesterday.
I believe people deserve the opportunity to move forward from wherever life has left them. To be seen for who they are now, not just who they were or who someone else thinks they should be. To build a life and a future that feel authentic to the person they are today.
That’s why I want to be a positive part of that process. A caring heart when things feel heavy. A mind willing to offer a new perspective. A set of hard-working hands ready to help turn the next chapter into something real.
Because moving forward doesn’t mean going back to who you were before life changed you. It means figuring out who you are now, what matters to you now, and what you want the next version of your life to look like.
Maybe that’s part of how we carry the people we love with us. We take what life has taught us, what they taught us, and what we’ve learned along the way, and use it to make a difference in the lives of others.
Last night, I got to see my mom’s face and hear her voice again. And for a few beautiful seconds, I got to hold her face and tell her how good it was to see her.
I didn’t get to see my dad, but I hope I will.
There is so much I wish I could tell them about the life I’ve built, the person I’ve become, and all the things I understand now that I couldn’t have understood then.
Until I get that chance, I’ll keep growing, keep building, and keep showing up for others as they navigate their own difficult chapters and find their way forward.
And Mom, if you’re right, and you’re always here, I hope you know I’m doing my best with the life I’ve been given.
I just wish you both could be here to see it.