I knew from a young age that I was comfortable with spirit. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I felt held and comforted by those experiences. I carry a soft, lasting memory of my neighbor who passed away suddenly. I was close to him, and his loss touched me deeply.

Not long after, I felt his presence return not in a frightening way, but in one filled with care. He would sit quietly at the end of my bed, offering comfort and calm. This continued into adulthood. His presence soothed my fear, brought healing, and gently prepared me for what was still to come.

It is that same loving comfort I wish to share with others the feeling of being held, not alone, and deeply supported, especially in moments of grief, uncertainty, or quiet need.