I recently lost my grandmother and we played music for her as she left this earth. The music was beautiful but it made it so much more emotional. However, I realized afterwards that it helped her leave this earth. It was what she wanted and needed. It might have made it a touch more difficult for us but I know in my heart it was what she needed 💕 thank you for sharing and I’m so sorry for your loss.
Sierra, thank you for sharing that with me. There’s something so sacred about guiding someone out of this world with the very things they loved most—it’s both devastating and holy. I deeply feel what you said about how it made it harder for you but helped her go. That paradox—of beauty and pain braided together—is something I’m still learning how to hold. I’m so sorry for your loss, too. And I’m grateful you took the time to write.
Thank you for witnessing this with me. Sharing it felt like offering a piece of my soul, and knowing it was received with love means everything. I love you too—and I feel your presence holding me steady through it all.
To witness. Of all that we do, from the edge of our lives to the cycling tides, it is our sacred responsibility to witness. Your wisdom is felt; held. We love you.
That means more than I can say. I’m grateful you felt it. There’s been so much unraveling—so much I can’t explain—but knowing it reached you makes it all feel a little less lonely. Thank you for holding it with care.
What an incredible experience you have just shared. Thank you for allowing us to glimpse into this most beautiful and intimate time of your and Patrick's experience in this ritual.
I recently lost my grandmother and we played music for her as she left this earth. The music was beautiful but it made it so much more emotional. However, I realized afterwards that it helped her leave this earth. It was what she wanted and needed. It might have made it a touch more difficult for us but I know in my heart it was what she needed 💕 thank you for sharing and I’m so sorry for your loss.
Sierra, thank you for sharing that with me. There’s something so sacred about guiding someone out of this world with the very things they loved most—it’s both devastating and holy. I deeply feel what you said about how it made it harder for you but helped her go. That paradox—of beauty and pain braided together—is something I’m still learning how to hold. I’m so sorry for your loss, too. And I’m grateful you took the time to write.
❤️🩹 thank you for sharing this beautiful ritual between you and Patrick. Sending you love.
Thank you Jess. ❤️
Thank for sharing this incredibly intimate ritual and the why’s. I am
witnessing your love and your strength in a new way. I love you.
Thank you for witnessing this with me. Sharing it felt like offering a piece of my soul, and knowing it was received with love means everything. I love you too—and I feel your presence holding me steady through it all.
To witness. Of all that we do, from the edge of our lives to the cycling tides, it is our sacred responsibility to witness. Your wisdom is felt; held. We love you.
That means more than I can say. I’m grateful you felt it. There’s been so much unraveling—so much I can’t explain—but knowing it reached you makes it all feel a little less lonely. Thank you for holding it with care.
Thank you so much for writing this. I loved hearing it the first time and wanted to hear it again.
Thank you for holding space for it.
This is so beautiful, Sarah. Thank you for sharing this sacred ritual 🤍
Thank you for reading and holding space for it.
What an incredible experience you have just shared. Thank you for allowing us to glimpse into this most beautiful and intimate time of your and Patrick's experience in this ritual.
I love you Sarah and I believe you, and I believe in you 💙