Every time I stand beside an old tree, I think about the years it took to grow. Losing Dawne in 2016 chan…

Every time I stand beside an old tree, I think about the years it took to grow. Losing Dawne in 2016 changed the course of my life. At first, grief was simply something to survive. Over time I began imagining Wildwood, a tree farm where people could plant in memory of someone they love and return to see those memories take root. I want to learn the land, raise healthy trees, and make room for stories that deserve to be remembered. I do not have the farm yet. I have a purpose shaped by loss and sustained by love. I cannot change what happened to Dawne, but I can spend the years ahead building something that honors her and offers others a little hope.