If you have ever lost a loved one, it is a comfort to know that at some point the person will most likely try to make contact with you. I refer to these special encounters as “angel whispers.” While doing research for my books, I spoke to numerous individuals in various parts of the world who were fortunate enough to experience these events. They happened at times when the peo
Several days after my daughter died from the injuries she received in a car crash, I received call from a friend. She told me her son had died in a car crash when he was 17 years old, something I didn't know. Her call and advice to "stay busy" touched my heart.
Since I had experienced loss before, I understood advice, but it makes grief counselors cringe. Becoming too busy can turn into grief avoidance. When my friend called I had no inkling that two more family members would die. I didn't know I would find a way to "stay busy."
I Don’t Want My Mojo Back
By Cindy Adkins
A reader writes: I think for me, right now, the worst part of my son’s death is not knowing exactly what happened.
Dealing With Insensitivity
By Cindy Adkins
As I sit here on this early morning, my mind and soul turn to those that are no longer walking this earth with me. Their faces and the part of my heart that they held are clear and kind of "pinchy." There is no longer the pain of my loss of them in my life so much as there is a gratitude for the place they held. Each person that has wandered into my path--by birth, happenstance or fate--has been a gift.
This past year was a difficult one for my family. Over the course of the year, my children lost their two surviving grandparents, my mother-in-law in July and my mother in November. Getting through Thanksgiving and Christmas was difficult, but my sister and I traded off hosting the holidays and made the days fun for my three children. Easter was the first holiday since I have been married and had children that will be spent with only my immediate family.
You Knew an Angel
By Cindy Adkins
So many of us go through the process of grief without realizing that our lives have, indeed, been touched by angels. I don’t mean the kind of beings with wings that are in the heavens and play harps. I am talking about real-life angels. So, if they are suddenly taken from us, it leaves a hole so deep not only because we miss them, but we also long for their goodness that we could always depend on.
If anyone has ever lost a loved one, there is no describing the experience. Nothing prepares us for grief—nor can anything move us through the process faster than our hearts are willing to go. It is a journey that has no destination other than being able to survive it.
We Are Never Ready to Say “Good-bye”
By Cindy Adkins
