July 13 is my sacred day…
July 13 is my sacred day. It’s the day my husband Paul died in my arms from cancer in 1980. I was 29. That day was my entry into a portal of deep spiritual growth – out of which all the work I do today was born. Great loss has taught me to love fiercely...Every mom and dad I know…
Every mom and dad I know…
Would’ve stormed that room, trampled the officers, crushed the shooter, taken a bullet – to save our babies. Every mom and dad I know is hurting right now, understands deeply what these newly grieving Texas parents will feel in the days and weeks to come. We walk the journey with them; we hold them as they weep; we wipe their tears. We know this pain too well…