It’s my 43rd birthday and the sun has just gone down here in Puerto Rico where I am with ten of my very best friends, doing a beautiful celebration and retrospective thinking about when I was 5, then 12, and 17, 24, and 31, and 35. And I don’t even remember what happened to those years. But this birthday is also particularly poignant, because my brother-in-law, Peter Saint John died when he was 43 as well.

I keep thinking about my life through the lens of his. If this were it for my life am I pleased with who I’ve become? With what I’ve said and what I’ve done?

After careful contemplation, I believe the answer is a resounding yes. I still have a few apologies to make. To myself for ever living out of my authenticity and to others for when my darkness bleeds over onto them. But overall, I’m grateful that people continue to give me grace, and that you continue to give me grace, and that you continue to give me all these minutes out of your life, to think about the end of it, and the end of mine! Happy birthday to me! 🙏🏿⏳✨💜

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