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At sometime in every person's life, we experience the death of some one close to us, generally a family member, whether
it was a grandparent, great-grandparent, parent, etc. My early experiences include the loss of my great-grandparents, great-aunt
and grandfather. Out of all of these, the one I felt the closest to was my grandfather. Being the oldest child in my family,
I was also the oldest grandchild. He passed on from an illness when I was a teenager. I am sure it was his illness that helped
me to chose my career as a nurse. My grandmother passed away at the age of 92 in March 2004. She will always be
an inspiration to me.
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In 1973, I married my high school sweetheart. Our marriage lasted 4 years. We had two wonderful sons during this time.
In 1977, I was involved in an accident in the mountains of Neveda. Our oldest son was killed. He was 28 months old. My marriage
ended in divorce. I went on a self-destruct path with my life, running from relationship to relationship. I felt so empty.
In 1982, God sent me a gift. I met the man of my dreams. We were married in 1983. In 1984, my father passed away from a long
illness and the husband was transferred to another part of the state. My world began to fall apart.
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In 1985, my world began to fall apart. I found myself one night, in a motel room. I wanted to run away from
life. I was in a major depression and didn't even realize it and how unresolved grief was causing all my unhappiness. Soon,
I began intense counseling. Thru the counseling, I learned to deal with the guilt of the accident that killed my son. I learned
to resolve the relationship with my father, even after his death. I began to heal and at the same time, I began the spiritual
journey of learning who I was, the person that was so lost in life.
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