I asked the Universe for an in and it gave me you. You were the first person in the family to trust me. The first time I ever spoke about Cannabis as medicine was to you. My voice cracked throughout it all, yet you listened - intently and graciously. You weren’t there physically when I tried to explain and justify what I was doing to the rest of the family, gathered around that kitchen table, but your presence...you changed that conversation. I was losing them and just as I was about to give up, as if my mom sensed it, she offered up that you used it for your port. Just like that I had them back. I’m so grateful for your constant feedback. And that you told me St John’s Wort Oil was your favorite. Celebrating not mourning, because I know you’re finally free. You fought for fifteen years - half my fcking life - and I honestly can’t fathom the strength and dedication to life and to love that it takes to persevere for so long. Celebrating not mourning because I know I’ll see you again, in those bright yellow blooms. I’ll hear your voice in the wind, and we’ll catch up in my dreams. I hope M16 is as cool as it looks. PS - you got me. #blowingwishestothesky https://www.instagram.com/p/BvIWozEAuvD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=9swehrx2ozfy