04/02/2026
There has been so much silence here..
Today, I would like to share with you why the business has been still..
On the evening of the equinox… my father took his final breath.
The exact moment where light and dark stand in perfect balance.
Where the sun hovers at the threshold… preparing to leave Pisces, the sign of surrender, release, and return to source.. and enter Aries, the sign of fire, life, and rebirth.
The astrological new year.
A cosmic reset.
A doorway between worlds.
And somehow… that is when he chose to go.
I honor his birthday today, 4/2.
My dad was born an Aries.
Fire. Strength. Presence. Protection.
The kind of man who didn’t just exist in your life, he anchored it.
I was his only daughter.
For sooo long, it was just me and him growing up.
Dad was my rock. My safe place.
My constant in everything that wasn’t steady.
He was the one who showed up. Every. Time.
The one who held it together.
The one I could always come back to.
And now I’m here… trying to understand a world without him in it.
And I won’t lie, I am fu***ng torn up.
Heart Broken. Incomplete.
Because this wasn’t just my dad…
this was my go-to person.
But I can’t ignore the timing.
I can’t ignore the way the universe held his exit.
He passed at the final degree of Pisces…
the last breath of the zodiac.
A place of completion. Of release.
Of returning to something greater than the body.
And just hours before the sun would rise into Aries; his sign.
The sign of “I am.” The first spark. The beginning of everything.
It’s like he left right at the edge of ending and becoming.
Not in chaos… but in balance.
Not in darkness…
but in a moment where light and shadow were equal.
There is something sacred about that.
Something that feels intentional,
even if I don’t fully understand it yet.
Like his soul chose a doorway that mirrored exactly who he was;
a man of strength… crossing through a gateway of fire and rebirth.
And me… also Aries…
I feel that in my bones in a way I can’t explain.
Like something passed through me in that moment.
Like a torch I didn’t ask for… but somehow recognize.
And still, none of that makes this hurt any less.
Grief right now is not poetic.
It is not peaceful.
It is raw, heavy, suffocating at times.
It’s the silence where his voice should be.
It’s reaching for him and realizing I can’t...
It’s not knowing how to exist in a world where
my foundation is just gone.
But even in this… I can feel it. the energy, the shift.
He didn’t leave in darkness.
He left in a moment of perfect balance… at the gateway of new life.
And if there was ever a soul who would do it that way…
it would be him.
I love you more than I could ever say, Dad.
You were everything to me.
I hope you felt that.
I hope you still do.
Rest in the space between worlds…
in the fire, in the light, in whatever comes next.
I will carry you with me. Always.🔥🤍
- Forever your little girl,
Pretty Brittie
