Many years ago, my first internship in undergraduate was with a hospice. In doing that work I felt something in my heart and soul that I never had before. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was the pull of a calling, a sowing of a seed preparing me for a future journey I knew nothing of yet. I went on to work in elder care and senior living which is inevitably and deeply interwoven with end-of-life. While working in senior living, I started to witness this unfilled need of our residents to talk about death and dying more openly and we birthed a weekly therapeutic group founded on this concept. I was green at the time and had never heard about Elisabeth Kubler-Ross or the more modern death positive movement. This gathering became a beloved haven to discuss and express their feelings on life review, death, grief and aging well. Again, a very visceral and palpable energy toward this work rumbled deep inside me. I don't remember the exact circumstance in which I came across the concept of a death doula, but I still embody the emotional reaction I felt, like a recognition of being at home. It has been a circuitous journey since then, but this work has broken me open in the best possible way and I am filled with so much joy and contentment to be here now, with you, in this liminal space of life and death.