My father died in front of me in the spring of 2010. I was 38 then and 40 when I lost my mom the following fall. As luck would have it, I also happened to be in the early stages of a mid-life crisis, and it only got worse after their deaths. I was so caught up in my own inner turmoil that I failed my parents, failed to truly grieve them. It wasn’t until the winter of 2017 when, at the age of 45, I realized what I’d missed out on, that I’d essentially cheated myself out of an important part of my life: mourning my parents.
Somehow I made it through the years since I lost them in one piece, and believe me it’s only by the Grace of God that I’m still here. I’ve dodged a lot of bullets in my life and no part of it was more harrowing than the years that followed the loss of my parents.
This site is for myself, my family and for my parents, finally mourning them in a meaningful way. But it’s also for anyone else who cares to share my memories and who might need help in dealing with loss.
I’ll be working on improving the site and making it easier to navigate. In the meantime please check out the blog to see my first couple of posts.
Grief Travels 