Dear Mum and Dad, Now that I am in Heaven, I know that life for you there just isn’t the same. I want you to know that I hear you say how much you miss me and love me every day. Yes, I still hear you. I love you so much too. My love for…
If I hadn’t experienced this myself, I would never have believed it. This encounter is what has given me the strength to keep going, even on the darkest of days. A few hours prior, my life changed forever. Time became defined as ‘before and after’. A police officer and the coroner came to my home…
What happens when you turn 45? Your family go back to sleep! (Must have been all the partying last night in Toulouse!) Here you go then, here’s the Lourdes, the bath experience! At Lourdes, you will find that all races, religions and faiths visit, not just for the parade but to experience the baths. I…
In a little over three months, it will mark five years since my sweet beautiful boy, Luke, left his physical body and I have recently been thinking about what I would say to that woman I used to be. What would I say to the mama who’s beloved first-born son died in her arms, literally…
After a loved one crosses over it can feel as though you’re left with a gaping hole in your heart, you may feel lost and alone, angry and sad… while experiencing many other waves of emotions as you go through the mourning process and coming to terms with your loss. You feel as if they…
They all say you’re with me… they say you haven’t left me, you have merely taken on another form. But I don’t see you; I don’t smell you, I don’t hear you, I don’t feel you. Look for the signs, they say.
Do you believe any of the following painful thoughts? He shouldn’t have died when he did. Her life was cut short. God took him too soon. I prayed (and everyone around me did as well) for healing and it didn’t work. She shouldn’t have suffered the way he did. He had so much life yet…
Dear Mom, I know you have a hard time facing each day without me, struggling to make sense of my death. I see you cry before bed each night and when you wake every morning. I see you sit in your car for hours at a time, shutting out the rest of the world, tears running…
This post is adapted from my book Finding Davey: A Father’s Search for His Son in the Afterlife. It was freezing outside—around 20 degrees Fahrenheit during our pre-dawn hike. John, Spencer, and I had climbed up the Maryland Heights trail with headlamps on and reached the overlook to Harper’s Ferry, West Virginia. We took some…
I’d like to start by saying that this is by no means a complete list of stones available to help with healing, and grief, but they are stones I’ve personally worked with in my own journey of grief. Just as each of our journeys differ on this trek, so do our needs. Some may work…
