The Beginning

It was what at times seem like a long time ago. The first… the first holiday and the worst. December 25, 1994 something happened in my home that would be the worst thing. My 22 year old son had after being declared brain dead, at 3:46 am Christmas day, had become an organ donor. The hardest thing I ever had to do is to keep living after the death of my son. This would be the first of many first….. little did I know, or could ever think that joy could ever lie on the other side! So this year, the “holidays” are here and I, a mother, am called to provide this space, this time, this for other mothers who may or may not be where I am. Not to counsel or to direct just to be…be supported and feel safe in sharing. Today I look back to reach out to each of you! The hope being that though this others may find themselves on the other side where joy lives. It is a journey……