When loss builds something sacred

In August, two weeks before my Mother died, we gave the okay to begin construction on a project we’d envisioned for years. We would transform the unfinished space over our garage into a beautiful healing loft for guests, gatherings, and eventual caregivers should we need them later in life. Had I known my Mother would fall ill, I would have put the project on hold. But that’s life – unpredictable, messy, and always presenting us with opportunities to grow.

Fortunately, we chose the right constru...