My Mom was Murdered

One Day I Was A Happy Mother Of Three With A Great Husband Wonderful Job And Looking Toward The Future. The Next I Was A Devastated Zombie Who Was Hardly Able To Talk In Complete Sentences. My Mother Had Been Murdered. As A Counselor And Writer I Began To Journal To Try To Help Myself. After Several Years These Were Packed Away But Never Forgotten. As The Years Went By I Often Found Myself Counseling Others Who Were Going Through The Same Type Of Grief. I Pulled Out My Journals To See If There Was Anything In My Writing That Might Possibly Help Others. It Was Then I Realized I Could Put My Words In A Book And Write About The Techniques I Learned To Get Me Through Each Of My Stages Of Grief. My Mother Was Murdered: A Survival Story Was Born. It Is My Hope That My Words Can Somehow Help Other Wounded Souls Through Their Own Personal Journey. My Heart Holds A Lot Of Love And I Am Sending It Out To All Of You My Fellow Survivors. God Bless Pamala