Lately, I’ve been deep in the process of putting together a video for my mom’s memorial. It’s been emotional, tender, overwhelming — and surprisingly, expansive.
My sisters, Penny and Melissa, and I have each been weaving together pieces of the celebration for Bernie’s life. Alongside family, friends, and partners, we’re building something that’s both a tribute and a revelation.
As I move through photos, memories, and stories — I find myself feeling my mom’s presence more clearly than ever. Not as a body, not even just as my mother, but as energy. A field of love and impact still vibrating through all of us.
It reminds me how easy it is to forget that we are more than our bodies. We spend so much of life becoming “someone” — chasing meaning, purpose, and a sense of fulfillment — only to realize, eventually, that none of those identities matter as much as the connections we share, the presence we hold, and the love we carry.
This journey of grief is also a journey of remembering. Of feeling, more than ever, that we are not separate.
My mom is still here — not in form, but in frequency. In creativity, in laughter, in the light my sisters and I carry forward. In every connection that pulses with love.
We came from energy. We are energy. And in those moments of openness, when I stop trying to hold or define it, I feel her. I remember.
Mom — thank you for helping me re-member that we are not separate. That we never were.