I love this picture of me and Cory, taken at my son Landon’s wedding.

It captures our essence — two compadres who’ve been journeying together for many lifetimes.

Before he passed, I only saw Cory as my son. I didn’t yet understand the soul-level truth that we incarnate within family groupings, taking on different roles and relationships in each lifetime according to what we’ve come to learn and create.

Cory and I chose an intense path this time because the work we’re doing together has a wide-reaching scope — it touches many.

One of the things I appreciate most about him is that, even before he transitioned, he had reached a depth of maturity that allowed him to share real wisdom with me. Those teachings prepared me for what was to come.

When he began communicating from the other side, I didn’t ask what it was like “there” or seek to validate his existence beyond the veil.

I wasn’t looking for information about there — I needed guidance about how to live here.

Everything Cory offers is beautifully practical.

His wisdom always points me toward grounding divine energy through embodiment — not toward escape or chasing a high.

My goal isn’t to feel better; it’s to be free.

And Cory, being Cory, still likes to have fun.

Once he woke me up by physically tickling me under the arm.

Another time, on 4/4 at 4:44 p.m. (his number is 4), I was lying in his hammock when what I thought was a stink bug landed on my chest.

I tumbled out laughing, scolding him for being so naughty.

When I looked down, it wasn’t a bug at all — just a leaf!

Moments later, I checked my email and found a message from one of his high school friends who had randomly sent me a batch of photos of Cory — all showing that same mischievous grin.

If you’ve experienced the loss of someone you love, my heart goes out to you.

Please remember: they are still with you, always — just in another dimension.