02/28/2026
Today I pause to honor the memory of this brave little one who became the sacred spark behind what would one day be The Healing Centre.🌳Dessirrae Faith was my first teacher in the language of grief. 💔Through her life, and through her passing, she awakened a depth of compassion and purpose that I did not yet know I carried. 🌱
There is an entire lifetime held between these two images.🎞️ One captures the miracle of holding her close. The other, a photograph I do not remember the nurses taking, is one I now treasure with profound gratitude. I had never shared that image until I stood on the TEDx stage and with full transparency shared the most sacred part of my own journey of grief. It is deeply personal, tender, and raw. It reflects the quiet remnants grief leaves behind, the imprint that never fades.
Grief has many waves. Some arrive gently, wrapping around the soul with softness and memory. Others rise without warning, pulling us under with an ache that takes our breath away. Over the years, I have come to honor each one. Every wave has shaped me. Every tear has carried love.
Today marks twenty two years of missing her. 😭Twenty two years of carrying her in my heart and in every breath I take. She is woven into my becoming. Into my calling. Into every sacred space where healing is invited.
To those who are grieving today, please know you are not alone in your sorrow. Your pain is seen. Your love is honored. I hold space for you with tenderness and compassion. May you feel embraced in the quiet knowing that even in the depths of loss, love remains. Here is to my sweet yet courageous little warrior: Dessirrae Faith 11-08-2003 to 02-29-2004
