It's been way too long since I last sat here, typing up a few words for this little blog of mine. But it feels so nice to be back for a moment.
I've spent the last few months hard at work, staying busy, keeping my mind occupied. I've been pushing my feelings aside and pretending that everything's ok. I lost my brother in May. Something so inexplicably painful, and truly impossible to even fathom at times. It's a feeling like the world has just crumbled under your feet, but everyone else is still walking somehow.
Last month, I made the journey back to Michigan -- my favorite place on the planet, and my brother's too. We had spent nearly every summer there together since we were kids. But this year, I saw it in the fall. I saw the leaves change for the first time ever. I got to leave my phone untouched for days at a time (which is so freeing.) And I got to make a pumpkin pie - completely from scratch - with my grandma and my mom. Two of the strongest people I know.
I felt inspired for the first time in a long time, so I filmed this video. We nearly missed our flight waiting on a pie to cook, cool, and slice. But we did it. We ate pumpkin pie all the way to the airport, and made memories that I'll cherish forever.
-- Rachel