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When my daughters died I found myself lost in a strange world of foreign emotions. I thought I was the only person in the world living through a tragedy of this kind.
I was fortunate to have the love and support of family and friends, but even that was not enough. I found myself desperately needing some form of other reassurance. I needed to read about the experiences of others that had been through a similar tragedy as mine. I craved for consolation and solace from others who had lost children. I needed to know that I was not alone.
As a result, I read a number of books on the deaths of children. Some helped, some did not. I decided to pen my own story , which started as a journey of intense grief but became intertwined with a fascinating spiritual journey.