My dad had Parkinson’s dementia. As the disease slowly took him away, I came to treasure the moments of clarity we shared. He knew what was happening, and he faced it with such dignity and determination. Seeing this post made me feel him again. There’s something sacred about our most vulnerable moments — when we open up about heartbreak and pain, when we name our struggles and share the flickers of light that break through the darkness. In doing so, we become light ourselves. Our openness reminds others they are not alone, that we all walk hard roads sometimes, and that even our vulnerability can be a gift of grace — a way of saying: you are not alone; you are loved; we are in this together. To all who need it today, sending love and light, Cory