Hell began with the death of my son. His sudden and traumatic drowning exposed his father, brothers, and sisters to unspeakable trauma. I returned home to find ambulances and emergency vehicles filling the street… and so I ran out of the car, out of my shoes, out of my mind. I have been running ever since. Looking for answers, cures, relief from the most frightening emotional pain a mother can endure. This book compiles the raw, honest, and gripping journals I maintained as we fought to save ourselves.

Grief and death were new to me and I was shocked and frightened by their power. As a teacher, I felt compelled to share my experiences, my fears, and my suffering so that others could understand. If you have lost someone you love, I offer you company. If you love someone who has lost, I offer you advice. If you think dying brings death, I bring you hope. Dying doesn’t end life. Dying ends in life… a life eternal.This is my tale of holding hope, finding faith,and chasing Charlie.