It has been 14 years since my son passed away while at a home daycare. Life, as one can imagine, took an incredibly challenging turn, but here I am. I rarely identify myself or those closest to me on this page, as in the beginning it served as a sort of "therapy" just for me. I am grateful to have had a place to come to when I needed to "communicate" and make sense about what the world happened to my beautiful boy, my life. I am also grateful that I could look back in this diary of sorts and now see that along with an amazing support system, absolute faith and persistence to survive has brought me to where I am today.
Much love and light to those on the road of recovery - any recovery. Believe in what may seem impossible...