1. A little about me…

In 2000 my only sibling, my sister, Constance, was killed in a horrific car accident here in South Australia not too far from where I presently live.  Two months and one day post Constance’s death, my son, the first male born in four generations of my family, Cory, at the tender age of 24, died by suicide.  This was simply…the darkest time of my life.

Each of us experiences love and loss.  We all know what pain is and while there is no way to ‘get over losing someone through great tragedy or illness or other’ – there is a pathway – through the pain.  Sometimes it takes a tribe to help you take those first steps. 

Everyone heals differently and there is no timeline that is linear or that appears the same way for each of us. 

So, I have a tremendous amount of knowledge and compassion when it comes to great grief.  I understand that ‘hole in your heart’ you are left to deal with when a loved one dies.  

I know, too, that whenever I experience joy or show love or feel compassion, the loved ones who are physically absent from my life now – reside by my side in a different space.  Constance and Cory…guide me.  They are gentle reminders of what is important in life.  For me it is connection, love, understanding, new experiences, seeking knowledge, and taking appropriate time to ‘see’ the goodness of each day gifted to me.