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Did You Lose Your Identity?

According to the Merriam Webster Dictionary, a saint is one of the spirits of the departed in heaven. (This is where we’re going).

 In my first few years of grief, I identified with the grief, it wrapped around me like a snake sometimes taking away my breath. In my sadness, a dusty wall of stone blocked me. My heart ached with no way out or hope of really being heard. My body felt as if it were on fire, it was as if hell had torched every cell with the dark desire to keep my son alive no matter his condition. I was overwhelmed, losing misplaced color-coded notebooks filled with jumbled thoughts and the illusion of logic. Furthermore, detailed written directions slipped though my damaged brain leaving me with what felt like scrambled eggs.

To my ego, all this appears to be perfectly sane, except the umbilical cord to my safe comfort zone is cut and my old self is reborn with grief and despair. I am a mourning mother without a child, broken, lost and alone, existing without a label or title for an identity, except to the shackles of misery.

“Hi Mom, I’m playing with the dolphins.”  

Why did you leave me Preston? How could you?  Water is your playground while I am drowning in sorrow? Breaking me from these thoughts, an email arrives from a friend in Hawaii. She is telling me Preston came to her as a casual acquaintance, saying, “Tell my Mom to get out of her depression. She has work to do and her depression is interfering.”    

In humbled humility I asked Preston, Who am I? What is my identity? Why am I here? 

You’re a saint, Mom!”

 A saint?  Come on, Preston, you expect me to believe that?

 “Yep, go look it up in the dictionary. It says we are all from Heaven, you’re all SAINTS, you just forget.”   


Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©2007 Revised 2013

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What is Accountability?

Have you ever asked yourself why some people in your life are not accountable? What does accountable mean? According to the Webster dictionary it’s answerable, responsible, and liable to be called to account. After much soul searching, I realized that I have endured life instead of looking forward to what it held next. I created a pattern of people not being accountable in my life. I always felt if I am accountable to my word and to others, then they would be accountable to me. This is not necessarily the case.  Although it is important that we be accountable to others the first lesson is to become accountable to ourselves.

Like most of the patterns in our lives, mine started in childhood. Both of my parents suffered from the disease of alcoholism and were unaccountable for the responsibility of raising children. Alcohol became their priority, not the children they birthed. I learned to survive in a world where my parents did not deliver on their promises. I also was intimidated by my father’s behavior when he was drunk, especially when he would insist on driving while drunk. When I was afraid, I was taught to be quiet, because if I said anything, I could cause an uproar in our already chaotic family. I did not want to be a burden to my parents. My dad would call me “another mouth to feed.” I also learned that when people weren’t accountable, I felt forced to try to control everything around me in order to survive. It was the only stability I had to hold on to. What I did not know is I was creating a world of insanity, a world of being out of control, not in control.

As I matured, I had an open wound; it became a place that others of the same caliber saw the empty hole of pain, and helped to dig the hole deeper by not being accountable. They showed it in their actions, by continuously misleading people for their own selfish motives.

It’s as if I was a mirror reflecting to the world, “You don’t have to be accountable to me!” Then the worst day of my life happened. We were hit head on by a drunk driver, again one with no accountability! My only child Preston was killed; he had just turned eight. Preston was a miracle after seven years of infertility, three miscarriages, and four surgeries. The really sad part is the drunk driver had his own children in the vehicle. A little boy the same age as my son, and his six-year-old daughter were killed. In addition, the drunk driver died, along with his girlfriend. Another accountability issue was that he was a repeat offender with no insurance. Five people died that ugly day while my husband and I barely survived.

We were surprised to learn that after enduring such a senseless tragedy, the people in our lives who we thought would be accountable, were not. People that we would have expected to help us, such a victim advocates and law enforcement.  Some (not all) of them let us down, and we were caught in the cycle of power games for their own gain causing us additional pain, as if our grief and injuries were not enough. I had to ask myself, why does this cycle continue in my life? Years later, this pattern still haunts me. I still find that people around me do not follow through for me on projects I am working on. They seem really excited and willing to help but when life gets in the way, I feel like I have been put on the backburner.  Although I know most people have good intentions, I am at times, left feeling like a victim.  

It is now time to move to the front burner with a completed project with sincere thanks to all of those who have helped me along the way. I know I need to be accountable for creating this pattern in my life in order to heal it. As I have looked deep within my soul,  God has provided me with the answers. How can I expect people to be accountable to me when I am not accountable to myself? There are many layers of emotional components to heal with accountability. I have learned that judging others is not being accountable because when we judge another we are judging ourselves. When I try to control others, I not only do them a disservice, but also myself. I cannot control anyone but myself. I have also learned that trusting my own intuition and having faith in God are the keys to my healing and survival. This empowers me to express my needs.

Another component to healing accountability issues is to notice what we are projecting to the world. As I continue to heal, I see that I have projected low self-worth. I have continued to carry the energy of being a burden. I understand why people would put my project on the backburner, when I am projecting the energy of negative baggage. Why would they want to take on this baggage? This is another place that I am learning that I need to be accountable to myself; I am worthy of help from others. Now that I have changed my energy by being accountable to my thought patterns, I can shine light on this dark place. I am so very thankful for all of the help from the people in my life. Those that have been accountable and for those that have not. For those that have, thank you for seeing through the darkness I wore of low self-worth. For those that have not, thank you for taking your time, keeping my project on the back burner, so I could find the way to heal myself. What a wonderful gift God has given me. To see how much I am cherished in the Natural Laws of the Universe.

Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

Revised 2013
©copyright 2006

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Cell Memory

Ever since the crash that took the life of our only son, Preston, the cells of my body wake me up like an alarm clock. The July 24th anniversary date is hard enough because I relive the pain, magnifying the grief that is still present. I continue to heal my mind and heart but my cells remember the horror of the crash as if it happened yesterday.     

For three years, premonitions invaded my psyche with ‘he is going to die.’ I felt I had done everything in my power to save my son, and repressed the thoughts with every waking moment, which proved to be agonizing to my body.

It felt like I had been weighted down by a boat anchor, while I waited for dooms day. I remember when Preston wanted to play catch.

“Please Mom, come play.”  Looking into Preston’s big brown eyes, I would ask myself  is this the last time I will see him?  With the thought of knowing of his death foremost in my mind, I succumbed to his pleading.

Holding back the energetic tidal wave of emotions, I rolled over to move from the bed, my head heavy and my unyielding shoulders collapsing with the fear of being unable to save his life.  As I pulled myself up, every muscle ached and my blood felt like sand as it traveled through each vessel.

“Throw the ball, Mom.” I tried to run and play, experiencing the fun with him.  His eyes lit up when he hit a ball into the outfield, laughing while moments of joy shone through the bleakness of the unknowing. I wondered if we would play again. That was our last time.

I am happy to have the cherished memories…even the painful ones help me to see how hard I tried to save his LIFE. 

Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©copyright 2007

First Edition 6/2007
Revised 11-2013

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Guilt a No WIN!

In line waiting to be checked out at the grocery store, I remembered another item I had almost forgotten. I quickly walked to the needed aisle and was glancing at the products to find my brand.  From behind me, a lady is talking with her friend, stating that this particular product has caffeine in it and it is for her twelve-year old daughter. She is having menstrual cramps. 

 I couldn’t keep quiet and suggested she try Cramp Bark from a natural food store.  I became very grounded and opened up my heart, as this woman explained the tragedy they had been living through.  First, her husband had a stroke and he was only 47. Then the government lost his social security records, even though he had paid taxes for the last 30 years. That meant they were unable to get any assistance. I listened intently with empathy and suggested her church. With a furrowed brow, she looked down to the floor as she humbly explained that she was fired from her church. I replied, “How? I had never heard of anyone being fired from their church.”  With fury she said, “I was late one day. I taught the preschool children for the church. My daughter needed a ride to school. I was not going to allow her to walk because we have several pedophiles living in our neighborhood.”  I again embraced her spirit while she continued.  I had twenty dollars in my pocket to buy my groceries; part of me wanted to hand it over…but then my mind got in the way.  I hugged her and told her I would keep her and her family close to my heart and in my prayers.

Driving home, the guilt beat-up stick came out and attacked me. Reinforcing how selfish I was not to give this stranger the twenty dollars.  While processing, I because confused – if I would have given this women the twenty dollars, would I be showing her the rewards she can collect from her sad story? Or is this none of my business…and should I have  given it to her because my heart said to? Why did I make money more important than my worth?

After speculating, I realized…there was no right or wrong way to handle this universal workshop.  No one heals, especially when they hold onto the guilt card. I may have given  the lady empathy, compassion, and understanding, but she showed me the game my mind plays when it comes to guilt. I am in deep gratitude to see how guilt runs me.  

Please pray for this family, as we all know that is the true abundance.  

Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven
©copyright 2007
First Edition 9-2007Revised 11-2013

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A Hard Lesson Learned

My husband and I went on a 10-day Vipassana Retreat (of silence) in Sun Valley, Idaho. We meditated for 11 hours a day observing sensations within our bodies. This was my 5th time and every experience has been different. The body is like nature, always changing. 

 I observed that my body felt like sludge, dark, and stuck. It portrayed exactly where my life was. I felt like I was stuck, spinning my wheels as I tried to get the book edited and published. Patiently, I stayed in the present moment and quietly explored the muck in my body. Humbled, working harder by observing my darkness, I realized it was created from the negative thoughts in my mind.  I felt wedged between the polarity of light and dark. 

 Later, I visited my favorite place in our campsite, smelling the fresh pine trees and watching the chipmunks capture a crumb. On the trail, I found a dead bird and sadness washed over me. Right away I received the message of death and rebirth. I took care of the bird and placed him where nature could take its course, thanking him for sacrificing his life to show me new beginnings. 

 During the next meditation session, I continued to observe and feel my body’s sensations change. I fully understood why I have pain in my body. At one point, the pain was so intense, it felt like I had swallowed fire. Moments later, the inferno birthed what felt like an octopus perched over my right breast. Its tentacles wrapped around my chest cavity, under my arm, attaching to my back like a blood sucker living off my life force.  It had its own rhythm – its breath was opposing mine. The monster within was thriving on me. We took a short break, drinking hot lemon water with honey. The drink soothed me as I contemplated what was inside.

 Back to meditating, the unknown force was no longer murky, light had opened up the bottleneck of darkness and the mud like substance started to dissolve into quicksand. Surprised, I heard Preston in my head. “The bird died by flying into the cabin window. He did not watch where he was going. Watch out Mom!” Hmm, I wondered what that meant.

 On the ninth day, the firestorm had cooled down to friendly embers of a warm fire. With extreme present moment observation, the octopus faded away into liquid, free, and flowing. I observed the ocean within, surfing the tidal waves, washing away any shadowy energy that was no longer serving me. The mind was liberated for the time being, not attaching to anything that would cause aversion or desire, only a neutral place of peace.   

 We came home feeling lighter.  I wondered what happened with the book while I was gone. Unexpectedly, the agent was no longer supporting the book project due to unforeseen circumstances.  No wonder Preston had said, “Watch out!” I had been blind-sided. I let myself down by not listening to my intuition; something did not feel right from the very beginning. However, I got caught up with ego, and in my excitement I allowed myself to be persuaded instead of staying in my power.  It was a hard lesson to learn; not to allow others opinions to influence me when I know the answer. I observed my reactions. For a moment, thoughts of suicide swept over me; despair haunted me, it felt as if I lost my baby again. I took a deep breath, allowed the tears to flow, and then the light prevailed.

 I am learning to no longer attach to form or identity, just be pure unconditional love, which is our true nature. My passion is to glorify God’s light to the world. Love will ultimately lead me to my destination of shinning within! This is true authentic success.

 Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©2007 copyright

First Edition 11-2007
Revised Edition 11-2013

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Co-mingling with Energy

The meaning of Solstice: Solstice” is derived from two Latin words: “Sol” meaning sun, and “sistere,” to cause to stand still. This is because, as the solstice approaches, the noonday sun rises higher and higher in the sky on each successive day. On the day of the solstice, it has risen an imperceptible amount compared to the day before. In this sense, it “stands still.”

With this beautiful definition, it is worth asking ourselves how we commingle our energy.  How do we find that still place within us to find the answers that will be our guide? How do we bring reactions, behaviors, and control issues to the front lines? By observing the changes we need to make, and being aware of how we treat each other?

Have you ever asked yourself these questions?

  1. How do I share and express my opinions?
  2. Am I attached to them?  If so, what is my energy doing to those around me?  Or  how is my energy affecting me?
  3. What are my attachments? ie: fear, safety, security.
  4. Does my energy cause expansion or does it cause contraction?
  5. What am I projecting on others?
  6. Can I be accountable for the projections?
  7. How do our thoughts and words affect our vibration and those around us?
  8. Give an example of when you gave your power away?  What did it feel like?
  9. Give an example of when you stayed in your power…what did it feel like?
  10. Be aware that every time you judge, you give your power away.

 A quote from Jane Sorbi,White Eagle Lodge

 “We can now begin to see the great beauty of our spiritual path and the tools we have been given to use.  Always, there are the two parameters through which we must choose to find balance; the positive and negative, the light and the darkness, always the duality, the two providing the necessary stimulating force.  Through the balancing of these, comes the discovery of the One.  A beautiful paradox!”

 With light on the horizon…duality is a game to play if you wish, or you can go directly to the Light and be so Bright, darkness cannot penetrate the field, allowing Light, Love & Freedom to be your new destination.

 Be creative; what vibration do you wish to create in the coming Solstice of this New Year?

Much Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©copyright 2008
First Edition12/2008
Revised Edition 11/2014

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A Key to Face Fear

One night I had a dream about duality. My dream portrayed a brisk morning, with a blanket of fresh sparkling snow. The sun illuminated the fresh blue sky as I drove to a friend’s house. The breathtaking beauty that God created was unexpectedly interrupted with black sludge gushing down the gutters of the street. Staying present and observing the unpredictable power of this unwavering creature produced awareness within me. Unfortunately, I found myself stuck at a dead end. Shocked, I breathed deeply and grounded intensely in pure consciousness; I embraced the mystery of this dark entity. It crept around me, trying to feed off me as if I was its only means for survival. 

With crystal clear and extremely intent observation, a change began to happen. The murky discharge altered its form. The sludge separated and grew into something similar to cockroaches with wings. Flying around as if insanity had captured them in a cage, hundreds of these bugs filled the air. Sensing intimate danger, an eerie unsettledness washed over me. Staying focused and stable with clear intention, I noticed their power had diminished, because they no longer appeared to be one connected organism.   

 I remained calm and present as I parked my car, still noticing their glare with crimson pulsating eyes. They stared at me and I kindly held a space of compassion for them, as I allowed God’s light to shine through me.  Breathing deeply, I made it to my friend’s house. Rosemary gave me herbs to dissolve any remnants of the sludge that I may have digested. She explained to me that my courageous presence prevented the creatures from invading me because my light was too bright. Rosemary and her daughter were getting dressed as if they were from the movie Ghostbusters. They were working on dissolving the misguided forms. They explained that people become sick because they give their power away to this force by reacting in fear.   

 I awoke in a peaceful serene state…laughing because Rosemary had just invited me to her dream workshop a few weeks ago. I haven’t attended her workshop yet, so if there are any dream analyzers out there I would love your feedback. Thank you for allowing me to share my subconscious mind.

 Much Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©copyright 2008
First Edition 2008
Revised Edition 2013

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Void of Nonexistence – NDE

As the bliss of expanding nothingness embraced me, I rejoiced. Finally in profound peace; I am Home. Abruptly, the unpleasant surprise of a sting across my face…then yelling, ‘don’t die!’ The nurse slapped me numerous times to awaken me from the silent stillness I have yearned for my entire life.  

Furious, I looked into her eyes. Thoughts of wonder crossed my weary mind. Why did you stop me from going Home? I was within the vast sea of universal peace, the welcomed vortex of emptiness with no attachments, only freedom. 

Upon awaking from my coma, I tried explaining to my husband, Biff, this place has no words to describe it. Unlike the other near death experience I had, there was vivid color filled with animation, while this one was an inner voyage of space with no ending.

It has been an adventure trying to find this serene abyss again. Eight years later I finally found it with Vipassana Meditation. “It is our true nature to be in an expansive field in the void of nonexistence. It brings an inner harmony to our essence, which supports our body, mind, and soul while on this earthly plane. We just have to know how to tap into it.      

If you have an opportunity to go to a retreat ( you will learn the techniques that will bring you calmness throughout the storms, lift you to the stars, and allow your true nature to manifest…

We Love you!

Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©copyright 2008
First Edition 4-2008
Revised Edition 11-2013

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Déjà vu

A ringing phone woke me from a sound sleep; my Caller ID read, “Lisa,” a dear friend.  Ah, what a lovely way to wake up. “Hello Lisa, how are you sweetheart?”

After an eerily quiet pause, she cried hysterically, “My brother Johnny and nephew Jonah were killed last night. Another driver crossed into their lane and hit them head-on! They were killed instantly, along with the other driver.”                                                     

Am I dreaming? I already lived this nightmare once and now again, déjà vu… replaying the memories.

Seconds later the internal voice from my womb wailed out in sheer distress, understanding the deep meaning of this loss. I howled with an agonizing “NO! Not another child, and Johnny, not his beautiful soul.” The wailing would not stop. My solar plexus heaved up painful cries of misery. Ironically, I buried my son Preston exactly eight years ago to this date because a drunk driver killed him.

Later we found out the driver was under the influence. There were so many similarities to our crashes. They both happened in the late afternoon. Both drivers died, along with innocent young children.

Johnny was a 33-year-old drummer and flute player. Children were drawn to him. He had the essence of Jesus. His son, Jonah, was a three-year-old charm, a free spirit like his dad.  Jonah, a crystal child, with big brown eyes and striking blonde hair, always radiated love.

Even though years have passed, some days it still feels like yesterday.  At other times, it feels like a lifetime since we were with our loved ones. The emptiness turns into space which allows more of their light to shine through us…at least that is how I made it all these years. 

I hope sharing this blog again, helps remind people not to drink and drive…it is not worth it!

Thank you for allowing me to release and share the pain as I walk this path. Your prayers are very much appreciated.    

We love you.

Love Laurie, Preston, Jonah and Johnny from Heaven
©copyright 2007 

First Edition 9-2007
Revised Edition 11-2013

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Humility is God’s Best Teacher

Our hot spring adventures are never boring. One Easter Sunday, driving up the steep mountain, anxiety arises as Biff turns a corner too fast. Taking a deep breath, holding tight to the passenger door, “Biff, please slow down!”  I pleaded.  A sigh of relief follows the completion of the “S” turn.

Mesmerized by the budding trees, it is as if I am in a trance as the silent stillness of winter wakes up from the peaceful solitude. Enchantment and new beginnings await our soak.  The sun’s reflection reaches past the windshield and side window, nourishing our souls with its warm embrace.  It’s a gift of continued connections with Preston and Mother Nature. 

I am disappointed that Biff is only wearing shorts and sandals.  “Don’t you think you need hiking shoes?”  I asked him. “We may need to hike in, if there is snow at the entrance.” 

“No,” he replied. “There won’t be snow; it’s been a mild winter.”

 I wondered aloud if he brought a map. He told me he did not, and he did not appreciate me asking. So I nodded my head and surrendered the outcome.  

Three hours later, we drive into the entrance to the hot spring. Biff questions the road.  Tight lipped, I did not say a word.  Then about a mile in, snow covers the dirt road.  Surprised, Biff continues to drive until we sink in the thick slushy roadway. We are stuck!  No cell phone service to call a tow truck; the only ones I can call on are God and Preston. Biff pondered what to do and continued to engage the gas pedal as the only solution. Without reacting, I hiked up to the highway for help.

“Okay, God and Preston, I know you can see us.” Please provide help. In less than thirty seconds, a young couple drives up; I explained our situation. By then, Biff is behind me and asks the young man for a shovel. Biff starts digging the snow out from under our tires. He then tries to move our Pathfinder from the deep crevasse of the snow, only to make it worse. The young man pushes, while Biff tries to force the vehicle out of the gorge.

An hour later, I walked back up to the highway in search of more help.  An elderly couple pulled over and asked where we were headed? “Molly Hot Springs,” I told him. The wise old man said, “Well this is the wrong road.”  I laughed, as I could see the humor in the lessons.

Moments later, we looked up the road and saw our Pathfinder, with the young couple following behind Biff; we thanked them. The older couple stayed, speculated, and explained to Biff where Molly Hot Springs is located.  

On the road again, passing the Molly Hot Spring entrance, Biff’s feet were like ice cubes. He thanked me for not reacting to the situation.  Biff’s humbleness created an expansive space. Words of encouragement spoke through my heart. “The wisdom of the Mountain is our teacher. God teaches respect for Mother Nature, by being prepared, with a map, a shovel, and appropriate attire for the unexpected circumstances. Just like life, we need to be grounded, sustained, and centered.”

Biff humbly acknowledged his arrogant behavior and thanked the Mountain for the many lessons learned; he appreciated the gift of humility. We did not make our destination to the hot springs, but we grew through our voyage of exploration. 

Preston’s spirit laughed at us and said, “Mom and Dad, you didn’t get what you wanted, but you got a whole lot more!”

Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven

©copyright 2007

First Edition 4/2007
Revised Edition 11/2013

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Mastering Joy

Joy is a treasure to the heart. It is what opens us to a universal wisdom and takes a treasure hunt to explore. Upon exploration there are many perils to be found. Living with alcoholic parents, joy was not an emotion in my household. In fact, I really do not think I knew what joy was until I gave birth to my son, Preston. He was a treasure that was finally born after seven years of infertility, four surgeries, and three miscarriages. I persevered through these hardships, my passion for having this little boy never diminished. It gave me comfort when I dreamt about him as a child, wanting to escape from my own childhood trauma.

I know now why I had this dream of my precious child, Preston. It was because he would be the one to introduce me to the true meaning of joy. I thought I had experienced joy in the past, but the truth is, it was only moments of happiness. Happiness is an emotion that has a condition attached to it, whereas, joy penetrates the heart. It is a feeling of pure connection, with an insight that opens the spirit and dances with an understanding of a deeper meaning to life. Motherhood brought me to the miracles in my life. Miracles are connections to joy. Naïve at twenty-eight, I knew that Preston was a gift, especially after the infertility issues; I had no idea that this gift was wrapped with unconditional love and joy to the extent that I lived it. Being a mom was full of surprises from early morning until bedtime. I was caught off guard in some aspects of parenting. The aspect I cherished everyday was the joy that Preston radiated in my soul. Every morning, kissing his little checks before he would awaken to start the day, was a gift that I looked forward to daily, along with our numerous group hugs with my husband. We would close the day by tucking our little bundle of joy in bed at night with bedtime stories. Relishing in this cycle of life for eight years was better than anything I had ever imagined. Those bonds of joy built a foundation that has connected us forever.

Preston was killed by a drunk driver; five people, including three precious children, died that fateful day. My husband and I barely survived. The irony of all this is that I understood the sheer terror those children experienced, because my father drove drunk with us in the vehicle when I was a child.

“How will I go on? How will I live in this life without Preston?” I would ask God over and over, “Will I ever find joy and love again?” What I found was that once you are a mother, you are always a mother. My refrigerator is a masterpiece of pictures from children that have crossed my path. Because of the connection I share with Preston, I feel I have an inner, deeper connection that most people do not understand. Preston’s life has taught me that he lives within all the children of this world. His wisdom has shown me on a deeper level that joy is in anything we touch on a soul level.

A homeless man I once had a conversation with, had the same sort of eyes as my son.

With this connection I asked the man, “How do you find joy in your life with no security and no home?”

His reply was “I am like you. After so many losses we find the perils in the heart in all things…if our children were raised with the golden thread of love, there would be no homelessness or drunken driving deaths. Our children bring to us wisdom, they are closer to heaven then we are. We need to honor them, meet their needs, and give them a safe place to grow.”

My heart is always full with the memories of joy that dance within me. Preston’s depth of love has shown me joy in everything. His physical body may not be here, but I know his joyful soul lives forever in my heart. Motherhood is a priceless gift that should not be taken for granted.

Love Laurie and Preston from Heaven
©copyright 2006

First Edition 11/2006
Revised Edition 11/2013

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