A Bee’s wax Tribute

A tin candle cover was crushed during the all night thunderstorm, but I still lit the bee’s wax candles to honor my late Daddio. To honor his memory and help me feel his loss and remember his legacy. Grieving is like the lighting of the thunderstorm it hits you all at once and might make you wrestle through the night. He often said we where born to die, it’s all what you do with your time and whom you select to share it with. So I choose to serve those in transition, passing from life to death. I language this gift that I have and take it step by step. Steady progress communicating what it is to be and live as a Death Doula till my day comes to transition.