My Story:
My name is Joyce and my son passed in 2012. I don’t remember the first few days because I was numb with grief.

Matthew was 36 years old when he died from an auto-immune disease. I was with him most every day at rehab for 9 months. I’m so grateful for the time I had with him. I had a feeling he was pretty sick but we never talked about it. He was kind, gentle and considerate and he loved his family.

I can’t explain what the pain was like when he first died. I went from sad, upset to just plain angry. Why would my son die so young and others just keep living? I just had a hole in my heart so big I didn’t know what to do. Some days were better than others, some songs I heard on the radio would remind me of him and I would just start crying. Sometimes I thought this can’t be happening. I would find myself just walking around the house wondering where I could find a place to relieve the stress.

It’s like a bad dream you never wake up from. I kept thinking that someday he would walk in the door or call me on the phone. I still have his phone number on my phone.

I remember all the firsts, the first Christmas, the first Thanksgiving, first birthday and the day he passed. My life had a new normal.
The pain lessens as the years go by but your child is forever in your heart. You learn to accept what has happen to you as a parent and move forward. It’s not easy but it’s what your child would want, for you to live your best life.

I hope I can give you comfort and peace by connecting with your guides and loved ones.  The goal is to help as many people as possible.

I hope you will take the time and write your story under client stories. We can help each other by sharing.