Wildwood began in the aftermath of losing Dawne. Grief left an emptiness I could not fix, and for a long…

Wildwood began in the aftermath of losing Dawne. Grief left an emptiness I could not fix, and for a long time I did not know where to put all that love. The idea of planting trees gave it a direction. I dream of a farm where families can honor someone they miss, return year after year, and watch a living tribute grow. I have not acquired the land. This portrait reflects what I hope to build, not what already exists. I want to turn loss into care, remembrance into something rooted, and my own grief into a purpose that might help someone else. I cannot change the day I lost Dawne, but I can choose what grows from the love she left behind. One tree at a time.