Last week I learned from my family on the other side of the world, that my brother, my dearest companion had died. I’ve spun a thousand prayer wheels in his name in Dharamsala. I miss him so much.

I love this bit of writing about death, it was written by a teacher named Henry Scott Holland. It helps. “Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow upon it. Life means all that it ever meant.”

I will continue to celebrate my brother Tyler’s life in mine. When life is lost its a sharp reminder to live ours fully, to honor it and live it as a tribute to all we cherish.