We live in a time where community is thinner than it once was.
Where we’re hyper-connected digitally but under-supported relationally.
Where transformation is often treated as a solo project. But healing has always been communal.

Somewhere along the way it became a word people recoil from — heavy, final, almost taboo. I understand why. When hospice enters the conversation, it brings reality with it. It sits close to words like terminal, and that can feel like too much to hold all at once.