Whispers from Our Sons

On this auspicious day—April 4th—I woke up to a Facebook memory that took me back to 4/4/16, when I shared the story of my beloved Cory’s ring had mysteriously gone missing… and just as mysteriously returned. Fittingly, 4 is Cory’s number.

Feeling inspired, I decided to dive into an art project and headed over to Hobby Lobby for supplies.

As I walked into the store, I noticed a woman who looked visibly upset. “I lost my necklace,” she said, her voice trembling.

Immediately, I had a strong intuitive sense that this wasn’t just any necklace—it was connected to someone she’d lost.

I felt pulled to follow her toward the back of the store.

Along the way, I quietly asked Cory to help me. Show me where the necklace is, I whispered inside.

And clear as day, I heard: It’s in her car.

When I caught up to her—now clearly panicking—I gently asked her to tell me about the necklace.

She broke down in tears and said it had her son’s name, Devin, engraved on it. He had passed away 4½ years ago.

I shared that my son had passed 10 years ago, and asked if I could give her a hug.

She nodded, and we embraced in that quiet, sacred way only grieving mothers can.

Afterward, I told her that I had a feeling the necklace was in her car.

So we walked out to the parking lot.

Her husband was already checking around the passenger seat when we arrived.

She took a quick look and stepped aside to let me try.

I had already asked Cory for help—and sure enough, when I reached between the seat and the console, there it was.

I held up the necklace and gently clasped it around her neck.

“You’re welcome to share your grief about your son with me,” I told her softly.

She was crying now—so grateful, so relieved. I smiled and said, “Devin is always looking out for you. He’s still finding ways to support you.”

We stood there, hearts wide open, and exchanged contact info.

I told them about Healing Hearts, the support group I’m starting for bereaved parents.

Ahhh… life is beautiful. In the most mysterious, tender ways.

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The Ring Between Worlds

I possess a truly remarkable ring, one that holds the spirit of my beloved son, Cory.

After his passing, I discovered an astonishing array of rock-like crystals in his ashes, which I learned were known as “Sarira.”

These beautiful crystallizations of consciousness are believed to emerge from the remains of enlightened masters.

It sounds extraordinary, perhaps even strange, but it is what it is.

With great reverence, I had the largest crystal set into a ring, a tangible connection to my son, which I lovingly keep on my dresser alongside other crystals and stones that are dear to my heart.

These mystical treasures have a way of captivating the curious eyes of young children, and that’s exactly what happened with my then three-year-old grandson, who was temporarily living in our back apartment with his mother.

One day, I noticed my cherished ring was missing.

An immediate wave of concern washed over me, prompting me to ask my precious grandchild, if he had seen it or knew where it had gone.

Of course, he wasn’t going to admit that he stole it, imagining it to be from the Lord of the Rings. (Smile)

After an exhaustive search, we came up empty-handed.

Though I wasn’t panicking, certain deep within that the ring would return to me, I conveyed to Cory my unwavering desire to have it back, assuring him, “I am expecting this ring to show up. I am waiting patiently.”

Allow me a moment to share an intriguing detail: Cory’s Mayan animal sign is the deer, and his number is 4.

Coincidentally, that day was 4/4/16—a significant date that resonated with me.

Just a year prior, on 4/4/15, Cory had playfully woken me up by tickling me under my arm—a sweet memory that still warms my heart.

As evening descended, I was engaged in a conversation with my Airbnb guest in our back apartment when, out of the blue, he held up my Cory ring!

“Oh my goodness! Where on earth did you find this?” I exclaimed, a rush of joy coursing through me.

He stepped outside and pointed to a narrow crack in the grass between the pavers on the patio where he had spotted something shiny glimmering in the sunlight.

 I eagerly inquired about the timing of his discovery.

 With a nonchalant smile, he replied, “Around 4:44 pm.”

It struck me as strange and serendipitous, but then again, weird things happen, don’t they?

It is what it is, and today, it felt like a beautiful reminder that love transcends even the most profound loss.

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Whispers of Roses: A Sign from Cory

Antigua, Guatemala, had always held a certain mystique, but today, something truly extraordinary happened.

It was the day I met my first cousin, Fernando, and his family for the very first time.

Though we had only just begun weaving together the fabric of our shared past, our connection felt instant, as if time had merely paused, waiting for us to reunite.

As evening settled around us, we gathered at the dining room table, savoring the warmth of newfound family.

Fernando stood up and stepped toward the back door, opening it to the night.

The moment he did, a powerful scent of roses flooded the room—rich, undeniable, and completely unexpected.

“I smell roses,” Esmeralda, Fernando’s wife, remarked, her voice tinged with surprise.

A murmur of agreement rippled through the group. Bethany, curious, asked, “What does that mean?”

Esmeralda’s expression grew thoughtful. “It often signifies the presence of God… or a loved one who has passed.” She paused. “I haven’t smelled this scent in twenty years.”

Intrigued, we followed the fragrance to the back patio.

The scent was even stronger there, hanging in the air like an invisible embrace.

We each took turns breathing it in, marveling at its intensity.

Then, with quiet certainty, Esmeralda turned to me.

“You should go out there alone,” she said gently. “I feel like Cory wants to be with you.”

A shiver ran down my spine.

I stepped forward, alone now, letting the night envelop me.

The scent swirled around me, wrapping me in something deeper than memory—a presence, a whisper of love that transcended time.

I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of the moment. Cory was here.

The next morning, Esmeralda pulled me aside, her eyes wide with wonder.

“I need to tell you something,” she said. “I had a dream the night before this happened.”

I listened, my heart pounding.

“In my dream, Cory walked through the back door. He came to each of us at the table, standing quietly behind us, then walked back outside onto the patio.”

She exhaled, shaking her head. “It was exactly what happened. I just… I just didn’t realize it until now.”

Tears burned at the corners of my eyes.

The scent of roses, the lingering presence, the dream—it all fit together like a divine puzzle, a message sent across the veil.

Later, I came across an article explaining the connection between roses and angels.

It spoke of how roses hold the highest vibrational frequency of any flower—320 megahertz of electrical energy.

Angels, it said, are drawn to that energy, using the scent as a sign of their presence.

Perhaps that’s why Cory had chosen roses. Perhaps it was his way of telling me he was still near.

And I believe he was.

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6 Ways to Heal After Losing a Child

Losing a child is one of the most profound and heartbreaking experiences a person can endure. The overwhelming waves of grief can consume every part of life, making it difficult to function or see a way forward.

When my son Cory passed away in 2014, I embarked on a journey of healing, guided by his presence and wisdom. Along the way, I discovered six powerful ways to navigate grief, and I hope they provide comfort and support to you.

1. Be Still

In our fast-paced world, staying busy is often seen as a coping mechanism. However, the most crucial step toward healing is embracing stillness.

After Cory passed, I couldn’t fathom how others could return to their normal routines so quickly. My life came to a complete halt, and I had to learn to sit in the silence, allowing myself to simply be.

You might think, But I can’t be still!—but you can. Try it. Stillness calms the nervous system, allowing you to process emotions rather than suppress them.

In the early years of grief, I noticed I was forgetting simple things—even names I should have remembered. At first, it troubled me, but I realized my body needed my energy to focus entirely on healing. When enduring such deep trauma, the mind prioritizes emotional survival over short-term memory. Conserving your energy for healing is why it’s so important to simplify and be more still.

Through that exploration into being, I discovered that stillness speaks an exquisite language. As I embraced it, I began to hear the quiet voice of my inner wisdom guiding me toward peace.

I developed a stillness practice, AKA meditation, which became my lifeline and remains the most transformative practice of my life. I simply set a meditation timer for 10 minutes every day and sat still in a chair.

Over time, as 10 minutes became easy, I gradually added more time to my practice.

In that time of stillness, I learned to allow all of my thoughts and feelings come and go and to observe myself. I had no agenda about trying not to think. I was just naturally allowing my nervous system to unwind, so I could sense my true essence underneath all the loud voices. That presence is Love.

2. Allow Yourself to Feel

Many of us have been conditioned to suppress our emotions, fearing that others may be uncomfortable with our sadness. But resisting grief only prolongs suffering.

When Cory died, I made a conscious decision to fully feel my emotions. I allowed myself to cry—without judgment, without filtering, and without shame. It felt like an internal cleansing, washing away pain with every tear.

Water holds memory. When we cry, we are literally releasing stored grief and emotional toxins. The pain isn’t in the sadness itself, but in our resistance to it.

Give yourself permission to feel everything. It’s like opening a pressure valve, releasing the emotions that have been buried inside.

3. Be Empathetic with Yourself

While sympathy means feeling sorry for someone, empathy is the ability to truly understand and share another’s emotions. Many of us extend empathy to others but struggle to offer it to ourselves.

One of the most powerful tools in my healing journey is audio journaling. Whenever I feel overwhelmed, I record myself on my phone’s voice memos. I let everything out—ranting, crying, expressing anger or frustration—completely unfiltered. Then, I listen to it.

This practice allows my Higher Self to listen with compassion, offering my grieving self a space to be heard and understood. It’s like becoming your own therapist, providing validation and healing in real-time.

I encourage you to try it. You might be surprised at how comforting it is to hear your own voice expressing what your heart has been holding and suppressing for so long.

4. Pamper and Ground Yourself

Grieving is exhausting, both emotionally and physically. This is a time to treat yourself with extraordinary care and gentleness.

Make a list of activities that bring you peace and relaxation. For me, art and dance have been deeply restorative. Creating and moving my body helps release stagnant grief and brings moments of joy.

As parents, we often put ourselves last. But self-care isn’t selfish—it’s essential. Prioritize activities that nurture you:

  • Massage and pedicures – physical touch is deeply healing.

  • Walking in nature – especially barefoot, to reconnect with the earth.

  • Napping when needed – grief takes an immense toll on your energy.

  • Swimming or being near water – allowing its natural cleansing properties to soothe your spirit.

I live in Austin, Texas where we have Barton Springs pool, a unique spring-fed pool on three acres, which were originally old Native American healing grounds. When I get in the water, I tell the water everything and let her take away anything that is no longer serving me.

Remember, your healing journey is a marathon, not a sprint. Take the time to nurture yourself as you navigate this path.

5. Find Ways to Share Your Grief

Grief can feel isolating, but you don’t have to go through it alone. Seek out friends, support groups, or therapists who provide a safe space to express your emotions.

For me, writing became a vital outlet. I openly shared my journey on social media, keeping Cory’s memory alive. At first, people avoided mentioning him, fearing it would upset me. But I wanted to talk about him. Speaking about our loved ones is a way to honor them, not a reminder of loss.

If your family isn’t comfortable discussing grief, redirect your energy to those who are. You were never meant to bear this burden alone.

6. Celebrate Their Life

Your child’s life is worth celebrating. You are worth celebrating. The love you shared is eternal, and honoring that love is a crucial part of healing.

Grief isn’t just about pain—it’s about love that has nowhere to go. Redirect that love into joyful remembrance.

  • Look through pictures and videos to relive beautiful memories.

  • Talk to your child in spirit and acknowledge their presence.

  • Recognize that although their physical body is gone, they still exist in another realm—filled with love and joy.

  • Celebrate their birthdays and passing anniversaries in meaningful ways.

Every year, I honor Cory by planting trees, publishing books or hosting gatherings. These acts of remembrance keep his spirit alive and allow me to transform grief into something meaningful.

Before long, you’ll start to feel moments of lightness, clarity, and even joy. That’s when you begin to uncover the hidden gifts within grief—deeper love, treasured memories, and newfound purpose.

This is my hope and wish for you, dear friend.

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Click HERE to sign up.

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In addition, I’ve developed a comprehensive support document filled with valuable information to assist you as you navigate this healing process. You can access Healing Hearts Support Document HERE.

___________________________________

Today, ten years after Cory’s passing, I want to offer others what I wished had been available to me. I have developed a one-on-one support offering to assist bereaved parents in their healing journey and to help them connect with their departed child.

If this resonates with you, let’s have a chat to explore whether this is the right fit for you.

Learn more and connect with me HERE.

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