Grief & Loss

Every Halloween, I think about my dad. He wasn’t around — by choice. I used to miss the idea of him more than the man himself. But healing means accepting it was his loss — because I’m a damn delight to have around.

A recent dinner conversation about grandparent names led to an unexpected wave of emotion. I found myself thinking of my dad — someone my children never got to meet. Grief has a quiet way of returning, not to disrupt, but to remind. In coaching and in life, these moments teach us that healing isn't about closure — it’s about presence.