This picture was taken 2 years before we lost our love, protector, best friend, and father, John. This time of year, I start feeling all the feelings of this loss.
John died in a plane crash in Guatemala. He was on a humanitarian trip when the small plane he was on crashed. Eleven people died in that crash.
I became a single mom of three young kids over night. Being a single parent is a harrowing job, but doing it in the midst of grief and trauma is a whole different story.
There were days that I was living moment to moment. I remember people asking to go to dinner or lunch the next day or two, and I couldn’t even wrap my head around planning. I couldn’t see beyond the moment I was in.
The emotional pain was so great, that I would actually be surprised to wake up alive in the mornings.
My kids were having night terrors. They were in complete shock. One of my sons wouldn’t let me out of his sight. He thought I would die, if he wasn’t with me every second.
As you can imagine, life wasn’t really life then. It was survival.
Over time, I began to learn how to heal. Step by step I was taught about the power I had, even in chaos. Even when I thought I had no control over anything that happened to me.
I learned how to live. Then I learned how to lead. Then I learned how to love this new life.
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