In July 2015, I was faced with every parent's worst nightmare – I lost my amazing 14-year-old son, Perry, in a tragic accident at sea. His absence left a giant hole in my heart that felt impossible to fill.

I went on this wild journey to rediscover who I was and to attempt to make some sense out of the chaos. I dove headfirst into the depths of grief, stumbling around in the dark, but always holding onto this little spark of hope.

And you know what? Along the way, I stumbled upon some truths that completely flipped the script on how we think about loss. Turns out, we've got more power to shape our own stories than we realize, even in the face of the worst kind of pain.

So, here I am, sharing my journey on these pages, not just for people dealing with grief, but also for anyone who is supporting someone who is. And for anyone out there who needs a glimmer of hope on their healing path.