In 2011, my father died of cancer. He was really okay and then four months later he was gone. It was a time of enormous pain and sadness, but also extraordinary beauty. He was able to open up and talk in a way that hadn’t been possible for him before.

Following his death I experienced a wake up that only an experience such as this could have given me. I have enjoyed a richness and love of life since he departed and I have him to thank. Out of pain comes beauty and freedom - he let me fly.