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The Fairy Forest …. the earth at it’s best. I lost a 26-year-old son who was addicted to drugs and died from the disease. My story is not uncommon and I am like many parents who suffer from the los...ver maisThe Fairy Forest …. the earth at it’s best. I lost a 26-year-old son who was addicted to drugs and died from the disease. My story is not uncommon and I am like many parents who suffer from the loss a child. When our world comes to a stop we search for comfort within ourselves, in places that are so deep it is like exploring a foreign land. My experience came to me with surprise instead of seeing the world as dark and dull every thing I approached was intensified. My husband and my two children grieved and friends were there for us. Although as hard as I tried I could not find comfort anywhere I was. So I found myself wanting to be alone because my thoughts were just out of my body and too hard to explain to others. I walked the beaches, streets at night, woods during the day; I could see things that I never saw before. All colors were brighter, sounds warming; I could touch the air and smell the rain. My work is in my home and living on Long Island N.Y. in an upper-middle class suburban town, I had the advantage to roam peacefully alone so I could figure out what I should do to survive another day.
I am Catholic with a strong faith but at this time I did not feel the desire to connect to my church. A friend suggest I go to a metaphysical church were I could get a message from the other side. The service was held in an American Legion hall in my town so I went to it. As I entered the building many people I had never meet before welcomed me inside. A younger woman I had never meet or spoke to before came to me and casually told me that my son who passed said he is very sorry and she went on with the rest of the service. This helped me to understand that there is so much more I can learn about our natural human senses.
My cousin found a site in an advertisement ad named The Forever Family Foundation she really had no idea what it was about but again I went to a meeting this time it was in a hotel. I went alone with my grieving pain that hurt every inch of my body. A lovely lady greeted me, she was on the committee staff, she told to come inside and take a seat. I was now sitting in a room filled with about fifty people overflowing with grief, people who recently lost family, friends and mostly children. The people were not talking or looking at each other they were wrapped up in their own pain and today was a new experience for all of us who attended. The events began and they were just incredible and uplifting. The room became much lighter as heartfelt stories poured out. We were witnessing evidential proof that we can communicate with our loved ones on the other side of life. I truly felt from that moment my life would be restored again to some kind of happiness and it was. I am so grateful to the foundation that was stared by parents who lost their own child.
After watching people from all walks of life share their deepest emotions gave me the idea to write a story about how we can use our imagination to take us out of sad situations. I believe one of our purposes here is to uplift each other in any way we can. Mother earth kept me grounded and courageous people taught me to share my own story written through the heart. My hopes are to encourage others to use their creative minds, cast the fear, and bring it to others for it is where magic really does exist.ver menos