100 Days of Morning: Writing my way from death to radical, loving change.

On a cold, wet, winter’s morning, I got a phone call…

‘Our dad passed away at 4am this morning.’

Unbeknownst to me, my father had been dying in a hospital bed hundreds of kilometers away for days, weeks now. On the 19th of July 2012 he drew his last breath. What a difference a day makes…

In shock, I started writing.

I wrote everyday for 100 days...

This book is that 'Write of Passage'.