By Recover the gift

I am fellow traveler on life's often tumultuous roads. I have lived and worked through several life changing traumas and experiences which have shaped my path. I strive to help others overcome adversity and lead fulfilled and flourishing lives.
I have a special interest in Addiction Education and Recovery Coaching, Grief Counselling and general positive life orientation.

A mother’s eulogy at her daughter memorial service…Monday 21 September 2015

James and I have been constantly humbled over the last few days by the outpouring of love for us and our family. I look out today and am humbled once again. Until this point I have not really understood the power of community but I get it now. Thank you to everybody near and far for everything, it’s too much to put into words. After being told we could never have children we thought that Murray was our only gift, our precious little boy, his daddy’s mini-me. And lo and behold 7 months later we were blessed with me being…

My second post after Belsie’s passing…. – by James

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” ― William Shakespeare, Macbeth In losing our dear Isabella I have, as I said in an earlier post, reflected deeply. I have realised how privileged Simone and I have been to have the love and support of so many people in our community. I have also realised importantly that we have not had to worry about the simple things in life which many of us take for granted. We have not been hungry, cold or lonely at such a devastating life…

My first post after Belsie’s passing…. – by James

7 days after my daughter’s passing There are those moments in our lives when what happens to us cannot be rationalized or understood. Losing a precious child is one of them. I said yesterday during my eulogy that the world has become a cynical place. We often allow the challenges of our daily lives to blind us to what’s really important. Friends, spouse, family, love, kindness, generosity of spirit, or simply a kind word or gesture in a time of ultimate or even simple need. We forget that we are all loved, that there are so many people who care,…