2 years without Dad 🕊️
2 years ago, on September 22nd at 2:20 pm... Losing my dad was one of the hardest things I’ve ever faced. It’s strange how a single moment can split your life in two—the before and the after. . The days that followed were heavy. I tried to be strong for everyone around me, but inside I was broken. Grief hit me in ways I didn’t expect—it wasn’t just sadness, it was anger, exhaustion, and an emptiness that showed up at 2 in the morning, 2 days after he passed.. I’ve never been the “by the book” daughter. Growing up in a traditional household, I was the black sheep. Rebellious, boundary-breaking, always questioning the rules that didn’t sit right with me. Sometimes making ’questionable’ choices lol. I know it would’ve been easier for my father if I had been more linear, more predictable. But I was never wired that way. After the birth of my third child, I chose to pursue Ayurveda full-time. I didn’t know how it would unfold, but I knew in my bones it was the path I was meant to walk....