Just like me, this page is a work in progress. I'm here to tell my story. My goal is not to shock anyone or look for sympathy, but to convey what I did over time to be who I am today. My desire is to help anyone going through personal tragedy by telling my own story, what I did and am still doing to live the fullest life I can. For years after my infant son died at a month old from premature birth
in 99, I felt like an out of control ballistic missile sometimes, and a lump of unmoving clay at other times. Then in 2011 when I came home to find my dad had died from type 1 diabetes while I was gone, I really started learning more and more about grief and what it meant. Why was it so hard, and why it was such a difficult topic for people to talk about. What you're going to read might not be easy. I sincerely hope you never have to experience any of this for yourself, but if you do I aim to be there for every part of it. I don't claim to be universal or a guru of anything. I'm simply giving one person's perspective on the process. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being here. I welcome any and all suggestions for content and direction.
