They say timing is everything, and my dad clearly missed the memo—leaving this world just after Easter 2025, setting off a year that felt more dramatic than a soap opera. With my family living on the other side of the world and due to my work commitments and lack of money to leave the country for a period of time, I found myself grieving from afar, armed with confusion, frustration, and some scenes so unbelievable I’m convinced it was being used for a you have been framed series. Still, somewhere in the chaos, I stumbled onto tiny nuggets of spiritual wisdom, growth, and the kind of healing that sneaks up on you when you least expect it—usually at 3:00 AM when I was sure I saw dads spirit looking at me from our kitchen. Looking back, the lack of communication, teary phone calls and complete sometimes feeing that I was on another planet, never mind the other side of the world, I believe I gained a peculiar sort of superpower, which was unknown for me. I learned to stand in my truth, be my authentic self - embrace every feeling (yes, even the ones that showed up fashionably late), and after feeling every feeling one can feel about a dead father who I found out had told me a number of whopping porkies, I now am beginning to keep my dad’s memory alive with stories and laughter. If you’ve ever felt like you’re starring in your own episode of “Grief: The Sitcom,” trust me, you’re not alone. My hope is that sharing this zigzag journey not only makes you chuckle, but also reminds us all to plan, cherish our loved ones, be honest  and, most importantly, lead with kindness—because everyone’s grief story is unique, and sometimes a little humour is exactly what we need to light the way.