My fiancé, Drew, died when I was 29. We had been together 3 years that week. He died in a helicopter crash, so it was unexpected, sudden. When I looked back, and I’ve heard many people say this, it feels like a part of us knew. Subconsciously we had a feeling of having a short amount of time together. The way we lived was very spur of the moment, carefree. We just didn’t let things get to us. We had every adventure that we wanted to have. There were no regrets. There were no things that we didn’t get to do or any of that stuff. It was strange looking back and thinking, ‘Wow, we really made use of that time.’ I had a lot of regrets about my dad’s passing, so to lose my life with Drew and not have any regrets was an odd but incredible blessing.
Sarah Treanor has a passion for the meaning behind art. Through her personal work and facilitating others, she encourages the telling of vulnerable stories as ways to heal and connect. Since losing both parents and her fiance, Sarah has evolved her concepts of grief and life through creativity.
