When Healing Needs a Ritual
I’ve seen how small rituals help families heal.
The moment
On my birthday, a friend gave me a gift.
Not loud. Just impossibly right—like holding those familiar eyes again, that little pink nose, and that cloud-soft fur, all brought back into focus.
The making (framed as reflection)
It doesn’t feel “made.” It feels carefully restored.
First the shape and angle, then the clean whites built in light layers so the fur stays airy.
The final touches are what make you recognize her: the catchlight in the eyes, the soft pink tones, and the feathered texture around the cheeks and chest.
The reveal
When I held it up and placed it beside her, it hit me.
It doesn’t read like a craft piece.
It reads like certainty: she’s still here.