oN THE DEATH OF MY FATHER

March 4, 2026.

Today I stop wearing black.

It has been more than one year since my father died, and it took me a year to summon the strength to find the right urn for his ashes.

Every day since his passing I have worn all black, whether working from home, having in person meetings or traveling outside the country.

Wearing black after a family member's death is a Greek custom, common across many cultures. There is no rule for how long. The heart decides.

Most people didn't realize why my wardrobe suddenly lost its colour, and that's okay.

It was a personal choice born of personal circumstance and I didn't broadcast it. In response to the occasional remark, I just nod in acknowledgement.

But now I feel ready, because I also had a special ashes pendant made so even if I'm not wearing black, I'll always be carrying my dad with me.

I love you Dad. You're still coming to work with me today.