For sharing with me that life's sweetness lies in music and living in the moment.
For encouraging me to think critically, question authority, and speak my mind. To stand tall in the face of bullies. To love myself first, every single part of me. Because, just like the oxygen mask in aeroplanes, your can't love anyone else until you love yourself first.
For showing me how to throw a football. Guys dig a sweet spiral.
For not letting me win, even when you were double my height and triple my size, to let me see that if I wanted to win I'd have to work hard and often lose, learn, and get back up and try again.
For teaching me that movement is medicine for body and mind.
For your unwavering support. For being at every single one of my basketball or baseball games, for taking us for donuts after swimming lessons. For teaching me how to run my first business: ice cold sodas for sale out of a cooler in our Radio Flyer wagon at the local baseball field. You genuinely believed I could be and do anything my heart could dream, which made it easier to believe myself.
For raising me to be strong enough for anything, including losing you.
For teaching me that life isn't fair, death is only proof of that fact. That the inevitable changes throughout life are opportunities to build strength and demonstrate character. For showing me first hand that death doesn't end a relationship. Thanks to you, I know how it feels to be eternally loved.
And thank you Dad for continuing to speak to me from the stars, in sunsets and quiet moments. I hear you, I feel you. I love you.
Your sunshine, your only sunshine.
Rachelle Taylor is a love warrior born and raised in the heart of Canada. This gypsy searched far and wide for inspiration, beauty, and bliss only to return home to Winnipeg where she founded Prairie Yogi as an expression of her love for creativity, yoga, and community.