I'm a grieving parent. I lost my darling son, Taylor, when he was 17 years old in a freak accident while he was camping. He drowned. In Arizona. I know, I thought the same thing. In the middle of a desert?
I've finally decided to write my story, except as a blog and not a book. I wanted to speak my truth about what it really feels like to live life as a parent experiencing complicated grief. I didn't write it in a book version all those years ago because I thought, "It's too sad. People will kill themselves, I don't want to be responsible for a dead parent." So for years, I gave up. I gave up trying to write the story I was expected to write - how to get through sudden child loss - with a smile on my face. I. Just. Couldn't. Do. It.
This is my story, my family's story, and most of all, Taylor's story. Told bit by bloody bit, crazily spewing forth the angry truths about sudden child loss that seems to never make its way into the mainstream media. Oh, how I would go to the ends of the Earth just to get an inkling that somehow, somewhere, my child is still around in some shape or form. Quantum Physics, Crisis apparitions, signs, sounds, sightings, symbols, these things have all made it possible to continue to communicate with my son, Taylor throughout these past 15 or so years.
Please join me as I unravel the mystery of what happened that fateful day and try to make sense of this confusing and terrifying world I've been thrown into. And to share the science of the dead, and how we can continue to have a relationship with our loved ones that have passed.
I'm thinking of starting a private forum for grieving parents on this site. If you are interested, please email me. Thanks.
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