I am a 29 year veteran as a grieving Mom, and practice as an Integrative Grief Coach. While I have a background in medical lab, health coaching, and holistic care, my expertise has settled in the interest of sacred listening through 'Connection'.

In my whole life, with all the roles that I took on, the most profound, and everlasting one is as a grieving mother. After my daughter Patricia died, the heartbreak changed everything. I remember well the struggle to move forward with my family when life no longer seemed normal. The pain - unbearable, unthinkable, forever. There is just so much chaos to bear from loss. So many questions, so many answers, and nothing definitive. The waves of emotion - intensity that shook the core of my soul. This mindset damn near killed me as I desperately searched for my footing. I was open to trying anything, including my own demise.

From the start, and for a long time after, I struggled most with the desire to talk about it, mainly because I found no one that could bear to listen. While I knew that my story, and the incredibly demanding experience of it, was hard to take, it was something that I desperately craved doing - if anything but simply to be heard. To have to hold in so much was insufferable. To have to share with someone whose main interest was to ‘fix’ it, was impossible for me to endure. It was incredibly difficult to comprehend my solace.

The one thing that I found peace in was to keep the connection with Patricia alive and not let go. I leaned into it when the pain and heartache was too much to hold.

Rather than grief taking over my life, or worse my having to forget about Patricia and move on, I committed myself to letting go of my pain by keeping her here.

The thing that I wanted most was to have her back. I started there.

It made all the difference.

And…from the beginning, there was ‘something else’ going on. There were remarkable, yet unexplainable moments that broke my silences and had me questioning my sanity. These were moments that lifted me out of my darkness. For years I thought they were ‘happening’ to me, and that I had little to do with their occurrences. As I learned to trust myself and my story by shifting to ‘connection’, these moments were intensified. They brought on the ‘spectacular’ in the pain, and I discovered the marvel of bending my mind (intuitionally derived connection) in grief.