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It's been kind of quiet in my book corner, but that doesn't mean we haven't been busy over here! I've completed the follow up to Forlorn Lane and Hidden Lake, and we're on track to be published by the beginning of June. 

In the mean time, these two beauties are on sale at Amazon.com. The links can be found -----> right over there. Click on the books, it will take you right where you need to go.

 

 

Be watching for a Cover Reveal Announcement in early April! 
~Kimi D

 

The Plan

 

Early this morning I saw a post in one of the grieving groups I belong to asking the innocent question, Do you really think it's all part of a plan?

Of course this person was referring to the death of our children, and it's not the first time I've pondered this question. I think it's only natural to wonder if there was any design behind what has happened. I'll leave the question of who's design it is up to your interpretation.

Predictably. the answer in this particular group was overwhelmingly "No there's no plan." There was a lot of  hurt amongst the answers. A lot of anger towards a higher power who would allow this to happen. A lot of "That was not my plan," answers.

 My answer to this morning's question  was simply this:

Yes, I think we all have a purpose and a destiny. I also think the hardest part of this journey was realizing that my daughter had her own purpose and destiny independent to my own. I don't like that she's gone, but I respect that it wasn't my path.      

I believe that, because I know that my daughter was only borrowed, never promised. The moment I became her mother there was never a guarantee that I could keep her forever. That was my expectation, of course, my hope, but I absolutely understand this was her journey. My pain and my mourning is the price of loving her. I realize it's a hard thing to come to grips with. There is no part of grieving that is easy. I don't want to make it any worse by assigning myself more responsibility or sadness than what is mine to carry. I understood that from the moment she came into this world, beyond rearing and loving her, her life, her destiny, her path, was hers to follow. 

So yes, it's my belief that there is a plan for everything and it's not my job to try to make sense of it all. I have a hard enough time figuring out my own plan. Maybe one day I'll be told why she had to run ahead of me. Until then, my job is to squeeze as much living into this life as I can. To honor her, and to honor me too. I couldn't really do that if I allow myself to get stuck chasing down the answers to someone's else's purpose. I have faith that my daughter is safe, and happy, and I will see her again. That's enough to keep my feet on my own path.

 Welcome to The J Club!

The first 2 novels in the series The J Club are now available in Kindle and Paperback version! Click on either book to the right to be taken directly to Amazon, or you can click here to purchase The Ghost of Forlorn Lane, or click here to purchase The Ghost of Hidden Lake. Each Kindle edition is only 99 Cents! 

 The Ghost of Forlorn Lane Synopsis: 

“I wanted to know, have you or your sister been rearranging the things in the upstairs cupboards.” Mom asked me.
“You mean YOU didn’t move the towels?”
“No, I didn’t. I also didn’t move things around in the kitchen after I got back from grocery shopping today. Nothing is where I put it.”
“And you think things are a little unusual?” I cried out in alarm.
“I did say it’s a very interesting house,”
‘’Do you think this place is haunted?”
“I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about,” she said, though I was not entirely convinced.

Is someone playing a prank? Since he and his family moved to Virginia, 14 year old Jason Daniels has been getting the blame for everything going wrong, including all that goes bump in the night! And though his father seems to have found a logical explanation for all that’s happened since the move, Jason is not so sure.

With his mother’s encouragement, and the help of his twin sister and their newly found friends Jenny and Rob, and larger than life Grandma Rosa, Jason is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery and finally get a good night’s sleep!

 

 

 The Ghost of Hidden Lake Synopsis:

Avery Romo isn't your average 14-year old girl.

For as long as she can remember, Avery has been able to see, hear, and know things that others don't. Like her imaginary friend, who is not exactly imaginary. To Avery, he is simply Cousin Ricky. To others, he's known as The Ghost of Hidden Lake.

Having gifts doesn't make life easier. In fact, whenever her secret gets out, everything in Avery's life becomes that much harder, which is why she prefers to keep her "woo-woo" hidden in the shadows. With her mom working two jobs, they barely see each other.  Even more rare are the visits with her dad since IT happened and tore the family apart. IT, being that thing the family doesn't talk about.

To make matters worse, her mother's boyfriend lives to make Avery miserable. When a well-meaning police officer accidentally shares Avery's secret to the media, her world is flipped upside down.  Will things ever get better? According to Grandma Millie, nothing lasts forever.

Choosing to live in JOY on the anniversary of my daughter's passing.

 

Four years ago today, my daughter passed away.

I woke up yesterday, and it felt like it was just like any other day, which was completely out of character for me. For the past 3 years, I’d awoken to tears and meltdowns—every single time.

(My mourning for the past 3 years always began the day before because it was just this horribly long 48 unending period for me. The 23^rd was just the beginning of the end.)

Last year was a bit different, though. I still woke up crying, feeling like I couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t last throughout the day. I had made plans to go out. To get out of my comfort zone and do something besides sit here and mourn. I signed myself and my ‘adopted daughter’ to a paint night. The painting was called Ethereal Evening. How perfect! It was as if my daughter had handpicked the event just for me. Given some of the miracles I attribute all to her, I’m not entirely sure she hadn’t  had a hand in it.

I also spent the next year doing things I’d never have done before her passing. I drove to New York to see her big brothers. I hadn’t seen them since the funeral. I took a mini-vacation. (I was supposed to knock 3 places off my list, but…Covid…) I published TWO books. I took two online courses for mediumship and started developing my own connections to the Otherside. I prayed more. I loved harder. I meditated longer. I was determined to move past the heaviest grieving and find the joy I needed to continue living for the next 30+ years.

I woke up today, and I’m sad that it happened. I’m sad my beautiful daughter is not here to enjoy this chilly Sunday morning with me. But for the most part, today doesn’t feel hopeless and breathless. Setting the intention last year to find joy again and live my best left really made the difference, I believe. And I truly am.

And I wish I could shout that from the rooftops.

Because I know so many mamas (and dads) out there who are not living in any joy. Who feel guilty for outliving their children. Who feel guilty for laughing or having a good time. Who are drowning in their grief. I want to hug you all and tell you despite what you’ve been told and how you feel right now, you can still live a life with purpose, hope, and joy. It does get better. You don’t hear that enough, and you should!

I had to remove myself from a few “support groups” because the message/vibe being put out was a lie. “Things Never Get Better” was their unofficial anthem.  They have it all wrong. Life will never be the same. That’s a given. A parent will NEVER forget the child they lost. That, too, is a given. But the idea that things will never get better is a lie. Parents need to hear that IT DOES GET BETTER. 

Louise Hay wrote a famous book titled “You Can Heal Your Life.” I always wished she put in parentheses (IF YOU WANT TO!) Not just as a disclaimer, but because it’s the truth! It is the same way with grieving a child. Things Can Get Better. Things CAN get BETTER. When someone asks, does it ever get any better, the answer is YES!!

It has to be a choice. You have to choose it. You have to want it. You have to KNOW that you can make it better. And then make it better. I get so sad when a parent asks if it gets better only to hear a resounding NO. How disheartening and completely defeating to hear! To be at one's lowest point, only to be told there is no way out of this. This needs to change.

Of course, I’m speaking of normal grief. I understand that there is something out there called complicated grief. Those parents may need help with a professional trained to deal with that specific type of suffering. But I’m not speaking about that today. However, I suffer from complex PTSD, and I’m STILL living in JOY. I add that because I want you to know that there is still hope.  

Losing my child will always be the hardest thing I have ever had to go through. I will never not want her to be here. But I also know she doesn’t want me to stop living. I want to stress that my love for her will never be measured in how hard I grieve. I agree that child loss is something that we don’t ever ‘get over.’ It will be with us, always. However, as long as I breathe, I will choose to live in joy, no matter what.

To My Blackbird~

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these sunken eyes and learn to see

All you life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free

Blackbird fly, blackbird fly

Into the light of the dark black night

Blackbird singing in the dead of night

Take these broken wings and learn to fly

All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to arise 

You were only waiting for this moment to arise 

You were only waiting for this moment to arise