Here we are in February. January was in a word...growth. Losing my dad was hard. It’s still hard. And grief is a process. There are moments when I remember a funny thing he used to say or something I used to nag him about that brings me to tears within an instant. But the space in between those memories and the present moment is widening, creating a beautiful space for transformation. I miss my dad. I will always miss him in the form that I knew him.Discover your transformation and tap into your reign. Click to read the full blogspiration.