Two funerals in two days. Both women, 90 years old. Long lives—celebrations, not tragedies. Both deeply loved.

Sitting in those services, I heard "Unforgettable" by Nat King Cole twice. "Unforgettable, that's what you are..."

Back-to-back funerals bring an overload of emotions. Death forces us to slow everything down and bring what's important into sharp focus.

In this episode, I talk about what I observed. The stories told. The pictures shared. The love remembered. At the end, what truly mattered wasn't possessions or achievements—it was how they made their loved ones feel. The love they gave. The light they brought.

Before motherhood, I was individualistic. I thought being anchored would limit me. But sitting at these funerals, seeing families show up—I realised: being anchored isn't a limitation. It's a blessing.

My children are 2 and 4. The days feel long, but the years are short. So I'm establishing small intentional practices now: dinner together, phone away in the mornings, presence over presents, capturing memories.

One day, my children will stand somewhere and remember me. What will our life together have represented?

That's up to me. Right now.