what happened?” Five people died!
These were Preston’s last words. As a mother, I had many
questions to ask why such an awful tragedy occurred. Why did my
greatest fear hit me head-on? A parent has no greater fear
than the loss of a child. How come I knew with chilling certainty
that my only child was going to die, but I did not know exactly
how or when? Why did I survive the crash that
killed my child?
Should I retreat hopelessly into grief and blame? Should
I commit suicide because there is no longer a reason to live?
I gather the courage to journey through a liberating process
of self-examination, personal accountability and forgiveness?
This is my true story. Years of feeling trapped while my
father drove drunk imprinted fear upon my heart. These childhood
traumas taught me to build my life on a foundation of fear. I married
Biff. The dream of having a child filled our hearts with hope.
Following years of infertility and many miscarriages, we were finally
blessed with a beautiful son, Preston.
After Preston’s fifth birthday, I began to experience
haunting premonitions that he would die. I thought that I
him. But three years later, Preston died in a horrible car
wreck caused by a drunken driver. Five people were killed;
Biff and I
Seeking the courage to cope with Preston’s death and my own
recovery, I began my quest to find answers. My
journey illuminated a path where truth replaced pain. Connected in spirit and led by
lessons from Preston’s heart, I learned how to unchain myself
I discovered that reaching forgiveness requires full healing
and self-examination. I explored how the failure to examine
ourselves and overcome any negative
energy patterns prevents
us from moving
on. Grief is work; it’s an opportunity to go deep within
our soul and ask God for the courage and strength to live