Part one:

A walk through grief and honoring those we love and lost.

As I have grown older, the need for meanings has only deepened, this session was born out of admiration and pings of envy. Their relationship was unique and I could see that from afar, I knew there was a story to tell. When Megs father passed I felt it…

We lit some candles, gathered his clothing, bathed in grief only to recenter in gratitude. He was a music teacher whos melodies nested in his daughters heart. The instruments will continue to be played, lyrics sung and the love of a father to his daughter will be heard from the stars.

I’ll explain more in part two but for now, I hope it makes you feel something.

Meg is cooler than most of us and has a band. Check it out