The Alchemy Of Imperfection - Los Angeles

A photo can only capture the people and not the feelings underneath our smiles. My sister Evans, brothers, Colin , Ryan and Ian are here at the gravesite of my sister Siobhan. We had found out in a random post that she had passed. away of complications from drug addiction. So many family bear this pain. She had been buried in an unmarked grave. This was a sad day yet, we felt such gratitude that we had the opportunity to put a headstone on her grave to acknowledge her as a human being and, not a number. She wasn’t a Jane Doe but, she our sister that unfortunately gave up on healing the pain she grew up with. I have learned that healing comes when empathy and love that are intertwined.

Siobhan, sleep with the angels. We will all meet again.