13 years ago my dad told me to come with him to his hot yoga class. I think the only reason I kept going was a mix of loving that time with him and loving yoga. Because, honestly, you need way more than one reason to do yoga in 105° and 40% humidity on purpose. I’ve never stopped practicing yoga since. My Sunday morning hot yoga class today happened to fall on the exact day, and during the exact time in the morning that my dad died 11 years ago. BTW if you need to cry a lot during yoga go to a hot class and no one will tell the difference between your ugly cry and your red ass face dripping in sweat. The universe…him…whatever it is…was present. If you have a great yoga teacher they will encourage you to set an intention for class and introduce a specific topic when class is getting started and during savasana at the end. It can be anything…gratitude, purpose, etc. Today TODAY she started talking about loss. Jesus. Literally. I couldn’t believe my red hot ears. She asked us to think about how we can grow from loss and what kind of new beginnings it creates. My dad gave me two lives. He gave me life, raised me, instilled morals, supported me. He left very abruptly, zero notice. I had nothing, didn’t know which direction to go, didn’t know how to not depend on him. Losing him gave me my second life. Forced to grow. I couldn’t really see that during that growth, but now, looking at the last decade after that loss, it is truly and entirely a different life after the loss of him. There’s the Jessie with my dad and the Jessie that was born after him. I’m still stuck in the two stages of grief - anger and acceptance. Not a day has passed that I don’t feel him or get my signs but also not a day goes by that I’m not pissed he’s not part of all of this. My babies, life, hard times, when I need advice, to help me write all my professional fuck you letters, yoga, his relationship with Alex, travel, Cole, my mom, etc. It’s a constant WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT HERE. What will come first when I see him next? A hug or a punch? Maybe both at the same time. Anyway, I love you dad. Today’s yoga class was hard AF and so is not having you here.
Happy birthday to my Gorgeous Sister @aartinandrajog .. I couldn’t ask for a better sister ❤️
Just know that I’m always here for you all the way. No matter what...
Although I never really enjoyed sharing my things my clothes😂 with you , I have always enjoyed sharing our childhood and love for each other . You’re most precious to ME.
It was such a great experience to grow up with a jhalli yet beautiful girl like you! YOU KNOW I feel jealous sometimes! *inni sohni kaise hue Tu??*
Lastly, may all your wishes come true, I LOVE YOU ETERNALLY ❤️
I hope you enjoy your big day with all your existing energy... SERIOUSLY ENJOY IT!!
Rest in paradise Delilah and Martin 💙
Today was a very sad day as we said goodbye to Martin and Delilah.
On Monday morning I found Martin dead and Tuesday I found Delilah dead. I'm scared to wake up tomorrow because I cannot handle another death.
Martin has been with us for over a year and went from being terrified to loving affection. His death is unknown as he was perfectly healthy the night before.
Delilah was only rescued a few days ago after being found downed in a paddock severely emaciated. She seemed to be holding on but unfortunately it was too late.
They both we rescued from the exploitation industry and they both deserved a long happy life. I'm so sorry I couldn't give that to them.
I'm going to miss them both so much. Not having Martin in my life hurts so much and I know Delilah would of had such a beautiful personality if she had the chance.
Sweet dreams amazing souls.
Thankyou @kye.44 , @whoisjoanne and @_counting_sheep__ for giving them a beautiful burial.