Purple39💜Nick’s Light
The meaning behind Purple39
Love, Loss, & Light
On March 20, 2024, our son, Nick, left this world far too soon. Nick was pure light in human form—kind, creative, and deeply sensitive to the beauty of the world and the hearts of others. The same tenderness that made him extraordinary also made life feel heavy at times.
When he passed, my world stopped. Everything I believed about life, love, and faith was undone in an instant. In the months and years that followed, I searched endlessly—for him, for peace, for meaning—and somehow, through that pain, something sacred began to awaken.
I have come to learn that love does not end; it simply changes form. Just as science teaches us that energy cannot be created or destroyed, we know the light that animates a soul does not disappear—it transforms. Across every faith and every tradition, this truth remains: though they may leave our sight, they never leave our side.
Through signs, symbols, and the quiet whispers of our hearts, we see that love transforms into the energy in the wind, the light in our dreams, and the quiet synchronicities of our daily lives. Where our eyes see a departure, our hearts recognize a new beginning. Love is the one thing that truly never disappears; he is still here, living on in a different, more radiant form.
The Meaning Behind Purple39
Purple was Nick’s favorite color—the color of connection, higher love, and divine energy. The number 39 was the lacrosse number he wore with such pride and joy.
After he passed, these two things merged into a symbol carried by his family, friends, and teammates: #39Forever.
Together, they have become more than a tribute; Purple39 is a living reminder that love is eternal. It is proof that even in the deepest loss, light continues to guide, comfort, and teach us. Through this symbol, Nick’s spirit continues to ripple through the lives of everyone he touched, reminding us that he is never truly gone.
Reiki Found Me
In My Search for Healing
I came to this path the same way many seekers do: through a profound loss that shattered everything I thought I knew. I found energy work during a time when I was struggling to understand not only life and death, but also the complexities of mental health and the ways our medical systems so often fall short.
After losing Nick, and my mother-in-law, Debbie, just a year before him, I began asking deeper questions about what exists at the soul level of our being. Their struggles were different, but both revealed the heavy, unseen weight that so many carry—a weight they were never meant to hold alone. In watching them, I saw the gaps where our traditional systems fail to reach; I saw how clinical approaches can sometimes miss the spirit entirely. I often think about how energy work might have offered them a moment of lightness or eased their pain. While I cannot change the past, I can honor them by offering what I wish they could have felt more often: calm, acceptance, and the deep knowing that they were never alone.
As I searched for answers, Reiki found me. It opened a door to a way of helping others feel truly seen and reconnected to the part of themselves that life can wear down. I realized that healing isn’t just about the mind; it is about the soul—the subtle energy that guides our human experience. Reiki became my bridge between faith and understanding. It taught me that healing isn’t "fixing" what is broken, but remembering what is still whole. It showed me that emotional suffering is simply energy in motion (E-MOTION), and that true support must reach beyond the mind to touch the spirit.
A Living Legacy
Nick’s love became my compass, and his memory my courage. His light continues to guide me—in the gentle nudges, the undeniable signs, and the moments that remind me what truly matters: to live with love, grace, and gratitude. Through him, I’ve learned that energy is the language of love. It’s how our souls speak when words fall short. It moves through us, between us, and beyond us—connecting everything in ways we may never fully understand.
My hope is that through this practice, anyone who struggles—like Nick, like Debbie, like myself, and so many others quietly carrying pain—can find a moment of calm, a breath of peace, and the strength to begin again.
Reiki, to me, is the art of letting love flow—the purest expression of compassion, faith, and light. It is a reminder that we are all connected, all part of something infinite, and that every act of love lifts the vibration of our world just a little higher.
