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.

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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.

My father—who wasn’t the type to outwardly show emotion—for the first time, without hesitation, jumped behind me with full force. Without question, he supported every step, every movement, every risk.

At the time, I had two babies at home and one in daycare. I found a small space for rent that I knew could grow into something bigger, but it needed serious renovations. My father,  a Master Electrician with a knack for old-school construction, showed up. While I was home caring for my daughters, he was there—hammer in hand, wire by wire, building the foundation for my dream. He turned that empty shell into a space I could step into and begin the work that had been calling me for so long.

Seven years have passed since then and my father has since passed away. The last three years have been full of grief, change, and deep reflection. But as the dust of loss began to settle, I realized something powerful: my purpose, my calling, and my business all stand on the foundation he built for me. He believed in me when others doubted. He gave his time, his hands, and his quiet strength to help me birth this work into the world.

When he fell sick, I brought Ayurveda to him as best as I could. It taught me something humbling—that nothing in this life is absolute. Everything is temporary. Healing, like living, is about finding clarity and relief in the moment. That lesson now lives in every treatment I give, every client I serve, and every course I teach.

My work is not just mine—it’s a continuation of his belief in me, our lineage, and the values and teachings he unknowingly passed down. He is the wind beneath my wings, and every day that I step into my space, I carry him with me.

2 years later, the grief is still here. It doesn’t disappear, it just lives with you differently. Some days I can smile and remember him with warmth, Some days I can’t think of him without crying. Some days I see him walking on the street or driving, only to realize its someone that just looks like him. What I’ve learned is that grief is really love—love with nowhere to land. And that’s the hardest part

This business isn’t just about Ayurveda. It’s about honoring where I come from. It’s about resilience, rebellion, and the courage to create a life that feels like my own. And for me, it’s about knowing that my father’s hands built the walls I now work within. His faith in my work became the seed, and Skylit Ayurveda is the tree that continues to grow.

Dad—two years today.

I thank you for the foundation you gave me.

I miss you in every way.

I honor you in all I do.

I love you endlessly.

💚

He passed 2 years ago, on September 22nd at 2:20 pm....

~ The number 2 is about connection. It reminds us that love is built on patience, understanding, and balance. It teaches the power of listening, of walking side by side, and of creating harmony in partnership. With 2, we learn that we are stronger together than alone.

 1982 ~ Dad and me 💕