A grieving daughter’s journey into consciousness

The day after a Celebration of Life and burial for my father, the words Dad lived his life by – Emily Dickinson’s “I dwell in possibility” – were juxtaposed starkly against my own state of mind. My world has been burned to ash. The sun is gone and so too is the anchor of my life for five decades. I realized I desperately needed a means to process this experience.

Although nowhere near as clever, well-spoken, well-read, or even in a neighbouring realm close to my Dad in terms of writing skill, I will haphazardly try to find my way here, reflecting on personal memories, Dad’s passions and posts, in addition to other life musings and meditations.