I was born and raised in Sudbury, Ontario, Canada. I married at 21 and gave birth to three beautiful children. My daughter Anne was the first, followed by sons Paul & Adam. All three were killed in accidents, leaving me in near hopeless despair for 15 years.
During that painful time, doctor would ask if I had suicidal thoughts. I replied that I would not commit suicide but if I dropped dead that minute, it would be alright. In reality I was slowly killing myself with alcohol, cigarettes and depression. Ultimately I had a choice, to continue my dark path or surrender my grief and seek hope. I chose hope.
A chance event or comment can still trigger thoughts of my loss at any time but, sad as those can be, they no longer paralyze me with sorrow or self pity. My glass of life is half full and I have the tools to overcome negativity.
Until now I have never wanted to dwell on this hurt nor share it. For the curious my response was, “I really don’t want to talk about it.”
But a few months ago I opened a food blog which included a post on “Ten reasons you should write a blog”. I realized I had something important to share, a survival story and a personal recipe for recovery from the loss of a mother’s most treasured blesssings – her children.
Thank you for reading this. I hope it can help you or someone you know.
Edited by my friend John Warren; thank you John
Thank you Willy for being his secretary