March 8 - International Women's Day - Domestic Violence in Canada

I have shared this before, but it resonates with me, about 13 or 14 years ago, the BC Government was drastically reducing funding to women's shelters and resources. At the time we didn't have online petitions or Facebook or crowd funding - we had email - and not everyone had that. There were requests and emails being sent out to help support the programming available to women and children and those trying to leave domestic violence situations, and I shared them. I was stunned to get an email back from a family member who stated to me and I quote , as I said this resonated with me "Please do not send me any more of this. People in my social circles do not have this problem." 

Education and equitable employment
are some of the first steps for women

Of course this is not accurate. We know that domestic violence transcends all socioeconomic levels, all cultures, races and gender. We know that most people will know someone in their life time who has suffered from or escaped a domestic violence situation. At the time I worked in an income assistance office and I met with, interviewed and did home visits to people who were in crisis. Many were in crisis because they had been abused as a child or young adult, maybe turned to drugs or alcohol or the sex trade to escape. Others were in the process of leaving a partner who was abusive. I regularly had women and children in my office who were staying in shelters or trying to find out what was available to help them leave their situation.

Of course underneath all of this, I was going through the same thing. I however continued to keep it a secret, I didn't share and just tried to keep my children safe. Now, if you haven't been in a mentally or physically or financially or controlling relationship , you may say, so leave. How come you stayed? I would never have put up with that. It certainly is easy to say and even as I counselled those women I wondered that about them. I didn't completely see it in my own life. I thought I was coping, handling it and that I could deal with it. I thought I was keeping my kids safe, they weren't being hurt; I took them away when things were bad; I sheltered them. In retrospect, that was obviously impossible. The tenseness, the vibes, the walking on egg shells, is no way for children to live. 

And all the bruises we can't see, inside...

Yes, I am sure people have judged me and the choices I made or didn't make, that is their prerogative. But did you know that - Abuse doesn't start immediately - if it did, I am sure I would have walked away and not remained with that partner for almost 18 years. 

It is slow. Take a vulnerable woman, someone with low self esteem, who doesn't feel that they matter or have friends or is suffering from anxiety or depression. Slowly begin to isolate her, drive her friends  and family away, begin to be her only friend. Begin to influence how she looks, what she wears, how her make up and hair are applied. Care about where she is and with who and when and how long did it take to get there and how long it should take to return. Begin to monitor who she speaks with on the phone, via email, has lunch with at work. He isn't controlling, he cares, he loves her, he wants her safe.

After months of this, maybe something will happen, he will lose his temper, scream, yell, maybe hit her for the first time. He didn't mean to, it wasn't his fault, he is sorry, but maybe she provoked him, perhaps she should be more careful about who she talks to, what she wears and where she goes. He begs for forgiveness, she has no one else, she relents. The next time won't be right away, things will become complacent again, relax. This time it will be more violent, he will hurt her deeper , emotionally as well as physically, he will tell her she is useless, no one else would want her, she is stupid and worthless. Then he will leave, she is relieved. He doesn't come back this time, it is hours, days, a week, she rethinks things and knows it was her fault, how come she did that? How can she show him how sorry she is? 

It happens slowly. No woman asks for it. No woman wants it. Woman sometimes do think they deserve it. They think there is nothing more - but it isn't true. She has just been so worn down she can't think straight anymore. Then he comes back and he forgives her. She is so grateful and is good and moves forward and life is wonderful, a honeymoon period, but always, wondering, waiting.... Life falls into a pattern and it isn't easy to leave. Women are threatened, physically, financially, with losing custody of their children, emotionally - damaged goods and it can literally be the fight of their lives to escape. Who can they tell now? When they will get judged and people will say "I wouldn't put up with that." How can they ask for help?

In Nanaimo over about a 2 year period there were several domestic violence cases that ended in murder. How could a woman feel safe leaving when she or her children could be next? So, when someone says, "Why doesn't she just leave?" or "It doesn't happen in my social circles." I hope that these things make you think twice about judging her and her choices or lack thereof. I hope that rather than make her feel lower, you realize that just getting through one day to the next is about as much as she can handle. That leaving may put her children at risk for their lives and what mother can cope with that?

The murders in my town and area involved a fairly well off family where the mother was murdered by her estranged spouse outside a gas station with her child present. The other was a mother who was an immigrant, struggling to get by, murdered outside her home by her ex as she left for work one morning. Both were tormented, stalked and had restraining orders. Restraining orders don't help. I know that a piece of paper does not make you safe but it does allow you to get help and to press charges. When I and these other women finally made the choice to leave, we knew that our lives were in peril, that we and our children may not survive, but what choice did any of us have? Do you think knowing these women had been murdered and their children left alone, made my choice any easier?

So please, today, on International Women's Day - keep your hearts and minds open - know that we all struggle and suffer and do our best. None of us ever thought it would happen to us. None of us wanted to be a statistic, a survivor or a victim. 

Please support your local women's shelters - I am so grateful for the support I received from the Haven Society in Nanaimo and I know that Sanctuary House in Woodstock offers help to women and children here. Please stop the judgement, please support the programs and know that not all bruises are visible. Be cautious of what you say about victims of violence, you don't know what the person you are talking to may be hiding. 

I fell asleep crying last night, that hasn't happened for a long time. I thought of my sick little hurt baby who will suffer from her physical wounds for the rest of her life. I thought of the decisions I had to make that day 10 years ago and the agony we all went through. I cried for my little girls who loved their daddy, and he who loved them but who couldn't be a daddy to them anymore. I cried for the loss they suffered, for the safety I did not provide them and the ghosts they have in their lives.

 I cried for their strength and recovery and the hope that they have seen what love does look like and wish them a life time of International Women's Days. A life time of fairness, equality, safety and acceptance. 

When it is all said and done, who's right is it anyway?

This is a topic that I have thought long and hard about in the past year. The right to die with dignity. I can honestly say that yes, it had crossed my mind in the past but never really deeply and never in a way that impacted me so greatly. As any reader knows, I lost my father in October 2014 - but only after watching him suffer and waste away from a debilitating disease. Of course this was emotional and painful for me, my mom - his wife of over 50 years, for my siblings, grandchildren and loved ones.

November 20, 2001 - Jessica's birth

If it was hard for us, how hard was it for him? This big burly man over 6 feet tall, almost 300 lbs. who wasted away to a man who couldn't feed himself, couldn't walk, couldn't speak, couldn't use a toilet, could do nothing for himself and dropped to a weight of  under 140 lbs in his final days. If it was hard for us, how devastating was it for him? 

My father had his first heart attack at age 49 and a subsequent much more severe heart attack that required open heart surgery almost 10 years later. This was hard for him, the first was tough but the second attack caused severe depression and survivors guilt. Dad felt Mom would be better off with him dead and hated that he was a burden and unable to do as much as previously able. He was very clear on his thoughts about the right to die at that point. He did not want to lose any further of his personal liberties or ability to make his own decisions. Yes, part of this was the depression speaking but at the same time he was vocal regarding his thoughts and beliefs on wanting to be allowed to end it all when it was time. 

My father was a religious man, right wing Conservative and anti-abortion and murder. He had strong opinions on right and wrong and black and white - but amidst all of this - he stated clearly how if and when he got to the point in his life that he was no longer able to be productive, well enough to take care of himself or was going to be in a semi-vegetative state that he wanted the right to end it all. He did not want to have family watch him suffer or to hurt them in anyway.

Sadly, his decline was slow, he started to make decisions and take actions that were highly questionable or seemed very unreasonable. Even in his state of physical decline, due to his type of dementia , he defended his actions and thought they were right. He couldn't remember everything anymore but as we sat and talked about the past, he had his memories and we laughed and cried. 

March 2014

Last March when I went to visit him, about 6 months before he died, he was already unable to do much, he did not want any life saving action and he cried loudly to me wondering WHY? Why did this happen? WHY did he have to suffer? Why was this all going on? I cried with him, I don't know Dad, BUT you can go, don't hang on for us, you can just let go. I know as I sat there, if there was a way to end his distress, I would have done it. I agonized with grief over the pain and the misery he and Mom were both in. If there was anyway I could remain by his side until the end - gone to help him daily, I would have done it. (Knowing that he would be mean, angry and hurtful to me - I just wanted to something for him and to help my mom.)

This was the moment when he should have been allowed to say his goodbyes, say I have had enough, there is no hope , my body is dying, I am starving to death, organs are going to shut down, thank you, let me go now. He should not have been forced to drain himself physically and emotionally. He should not have been forced to put his beloved wife through more agony. He should have been permitted to say - I have lived, loved, provided, done my best, made my mistakes and done what I can to right them. He should have been allowed to say it is time to end it all.

As I said, my father was strongly religious and for that reason alone the choice of dying was hard enough for him but he was also a man who fervently believed in the laws of the land. If the law had said, yes you can end it, we can provided a doctor assisted suicide - his pain could have ended. He was already down to less than 160 lbs of skin and bones at that point. He didn't need to continue to waste away for 6 more months - he didn't need to go on.

As it was, the law did not allow this. The law DID allow us to withdraw all life saving measures, no CPR, no medical treatment for illness, no antibiotics, no surgeries, no feeding tube, nothing except medication for relief of pain. Was this easy? No. We knew that withdrawing some of these measures would cause him further pain and suffering but to provide them would be to prolong a life he no longer wanted. Was this fair to him or us? No.

October 12, 2014

When his final days came, he was down to maybe 130-140lbs, bent over, unable to move freely at all. about ten days before he died, somehow he fell, he tumbled out of bed, hit his head, required multiple stitches but the true injury was the severe fracture to his spine. He did not have surgery and spent his last days in a neck brace to prevent turning or moving in a way that would sever his spine. How is this humane? Is this what he wanted? No way - he never wanted this.  In those last days, with much of his family by his side, he struggled for every breath, we could hear his chest rattling and watched as he stopped breathing for 10, 20, 30 and 40 seconds, wondering if this was it, how is this humane?

My father was strong, stubborn and he had integrity, but why was he forced to go through this? This week the Supreme Court of Canada struck down the assisted suicide ban. He needlessly suffered, my Mom went through pain, depression, anxiety, hardship and the unknown much longer than necessary; someone who needed a care bed was denied help to make space for him; the medical system was taxed to pay for someone who didn't want to be here and was waiting to die; his body was forced to struggle for every last breath, but why?

The Supreme Court of Canada now has to sit back as the government of the land creates a policy - one that will not be too liberal but one that will allow for freedom of choice. Obviously there has to be a way to attempt to prevent abuse of this legislation while permitting a persons wishes to be granted and no I don't want to sit on that board - I know it wont be easy.

I know that the right to die can be a tough choice and not everyone  will agree with it, but seeing this close up, watching the deterioration - I just don't see how this was right. I can't imagine the fear, anger, torment and anguish Dad went through. 

My father was two years older than my husband. My husband has much better health and I don't see this in the foreseeable future, but we have to plan, discuss and know what each other wants. Of course we all assume he will go first, being 25 years older than me, but what if he doesn't? What if I am first in a situation where I will remain a "vegetable"? What if I am in a situation that I can't recover from?

This is what I want - If I am injured and I won't recover - let me go. If there is no hope, then let me say my goodbyes and let me go. Why is it OK for us to make that decision to "put an animal down" if they are dying? Why is it OK that when a family member is injured in an accident and their body reaches a certain state - that we can "pull the plug"? No, I don't equate a human to an animal - but if we thing it is wrong to let a dog or cat suffer, why is it permissible to allow a person to suffer?

I am supportive of this recent decision and I know many people wont be - some based on religious beliefs - and I won't argue those with you. However, please understand that having watched someone I love go through this - who, if he had the legal choice to leave while he still could - likely would have. Having been in a situation where I saw my two year old lying in the hospital in critical condition - and I may have been faced with a life saving decision - other people were - they had to make those choices - I was fortunate to not have to do that . I do believe that what I am feeling is not wrong and I do believe I have the experience to support my decisions.

I hope that I am not faced with such a choice and I truly hope that I wont have to help my husband make those decisions, but that may happen and if it does, I hope that we will have the support of the law, medical society and family. No one wants to be in pain or watch a family member suffer needlessly. 

Dad, I am so sorry that this decision was not made a year ago - I am so sad that you had to go through such agony and I am so sorry I couldn't make it better for you, like you did for me, when I was a little girl.

RIP Dad April 17, 1939-October 13, 2014

Memorial Service

The January freeze....

This winter has already felt interminable for me and we are really only 1 month into real winter. My nose and toes are permanently cold! Christmas came and went as did New Year's and here we are , mid January with days of - 20 to -35 weather not counting the wind chill factor. They are saying the January thaw is going to last about 2-3 days this year, not the normal week or so. (Thaw means +4C ) That means when the thaw occurs I have a day to catch up on laundry before my back pipes get too cold again. BRR! 

Unfortunately the long term forecast is not very positive. Oh well, for people who like to be out and play or ice fish in sub zero temperatures, this is a good thing. I am happy with -15 or under, starts to get pretty cold after that. Between the car freezing up or the pipes, well, let's say the spring thaw is welcome any time! (I again am open to offers for a warm holiday - please feel free to send on those flight tickets - I don't know, I say that every year and nothing happens? Weird!)

How do I keep warm or busy? Well, life at the farm market has improved dramatically for us. After almost 4 years of plugging away we are finally turning a profit. Last May 2014 Len and I took over the market cafe on Friday's and this has increased our baking sales, bread orders, preserves and of course we serve home made local food for breakfast and lunch. I am happy with the response we are getting and my handsome waiter definitely draws in the ladies and gentlemen!

I decided my 13 year old needs to learn to do more than text, play online games and watch YouTube videos, so we started sewing as part of her Christmas present. We currently share a machine and she took to it like a natural! She even started designing and sewing her own projects. We now plan to proceed to making reversible tote bags and if she really gets into it, who knows, maybe she can even sell some! The trick is to keep us both motivated when I would rather be curled up by the fire with a hot drink!)

Len is busy writing his novel and works for hours each day. It is pretty exciting and I enjoy reading the galleys at the end of each chapter. We discuss his thoughts in the morning, I provide ideas and feedback and he writes away. Who knows, this may put him on the map! Book tour, here we come!

I am not writing like I should but I always find December and January tough with that. December is so busy baking and market and orders and January so cold, but I plan to get back at it. I have a few websites to work on and plan to finally make those curtains which will greatly help in keeping our home from the blowing winds and cold. Tomorrow sounds like a good time to start!

I also decided we need to vary our diet. We eat well and we eat good food but really, one can only get so creative with meat and potatoes - and we have two freezers of meat, so there is a lot of that! I have begun to explore my culinary skills and interests and we are very happy with the beginning results! Of course there is one draw back, I don't think my husband will ever take me out for dinner again since he likes what I make more than any restaurant we have been to! Compliment? Sure. Reward? I guess I have to find other ways of him rewarding me! (Hint: I have been searching the web restaurant supplies for new equipment! I see a wok in my future.)

I believe that in order to inspire myself to write more (I started but it got pretty emotional for me) that I will develop my short stories and put them into a book. I believe there is enough for a collection and that should inspire me to do greater and more complete work on "the big book." Feel free to pre-order your books!

Well, my nose is dripping icicles and my toes have frozen together so I guess it is time to move around and cook again to keep the house warm. I am looking forward to Chinese New Year this year and plan to cook up a feast! If you're in the neighbourhood, pop on over! 

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"I want to be just like you Mom"

I still can't believe it when I hear those words come out of the mouth of my 20 year old daughter. You want to me like me? 48 years old, living away from family, unemployed, looking back on the train wreck of my life? Why? "No Mom, I want to be like you - you got us through, you took care of us, you did everything you could to  make a new life for us. I want to be like you." Wow, thanks baby!

I guess it is easy to dwell on the negative or focus on what we did wrong as parents, but when you have a child who has been to hell and back and whose parents didn't always keep her safe and she can say that? It kind of humbles me and at the same time allows me to learn to forgive myself. 

None of us know what life will send our way. We think, when we meet that person we fall in love with, that life will be rosy and we will have our dreams come true. Unfortunately sometimes we don't see the nightmare we are stuck in or the crazy reality that we have created. When I look back now, I wonder how I let it all happen? How was it OK for my little girl, at 3 and 4 and 5 years old to hide or hope there was no shouting or fighting today? How was it OK that she had to stay quiet and invisible  to help maintain the illusion we were living in? How did it become acceptable that "This is just for our house, we don't tell other people." No wonder my child was shy, introverted, uncertain. When I look back, I think how could she want to be like me?

Fighting - literally to escape to safety with my girls and not making it. Having to pick up the pieces after the world fell out from under us - trying to explain "Why Daddy was like this." Wondering if they would ever trust relationships or men again? Hoping that in some way, some day they would discover that sometimes, losing someone you love is better than keeping them in your life. Allowing them to hold onto the good memories - yes, there were many - while recognizing that it couldn't be sugar coated and the facts had to be made known  - a little at at time - as they could handle it. Starting over - truly as a single parent - no back up, no weekend breaks, just me - alone.

She tells me that when she thinks of the things I did to try to make it better, that is where she sees strength. When she remembers how we had nothing, no money, little food, scraping by - how we still carried on like we would get through. One year she wanted a sleep over, there was no money for pizza or chips or pop but we got a cheap turkey and made the full dinner with the trimmings - it didn't cost much, tasted better and the kids enjoyed it. (Until the food fight that is, not such an impressed Mom then. I suppose she was testing me and how safe it was to make mistakes.)

She remembers the family getting together for holidays; the times spent with Aunty Sharon and Uncle Paul; hours with Grandma and Grandpa; the epic birthday parties; having Friday night family time - pizza and a movie. These are the foundation that she can build her life on. 

For me it is those mornings of getting up at 4:30AM to get ready for work, dropping the kids off at the neighbours at 5AM then off to catch the van pool to drive 2.5-3 hours to work, depending on traffic. The never seeing daylight between the van pool commute and 8 hours in the office in the center of the building with no light. Getting home between 6:30 and 7PM at night, picking up the kids, feeding them because the caregiver didn't. - scrounging out money to pay rent,  the van pool, caregiver and basic living. Then getting robbed for almost $2,000 by the caregiver and freaking out due to finding out that she had barely taken care of my girls. 

Falling asleep at midnight - trying to calm down my manic 4 year old who had night terrors, anger management and pain issues. Attempting to calm my 11 year old who cried and ranted about how unfair life was. This is what you admire? I think you are crazy little girl, your mama barely made it.

Finally having to leave a good paying government job to survive and then barely coping, unable to sleep at night, get up in the daytime, remember to cook - just get through those menial functions. Why do you want to be like me? "Because you loved us, you made us safe, you gave us a life." These words make me cry, make me sad, but allow me some relief at the same time. Life sucked, life sent us a lot of hard knocks but now, watching my girls grow, seeing their strength and watching them come out of their shells, they made it.

I am so grateful that I have begun my life over. My life between 20 and 40 years old, feels like it belonged to someone else. I wouldn't give up those years - I would never have given birth to the beautiful, amazing girls that I have - admittedly if I could change the years and still have my girls, I would. One daughter who has become my best friend as she walked into woman hood and the other who will always be my baby girl - who at 13 still hugs and kisses me and says "I love you SO much Mom." Those moments - I would never give up.

The fact that I have a strong , healthy marital relationship - fills my heart. Not only does it make me strong but makes me appreciative that my children can see what love looks like. It is not possessive - in a controlling way - it is possessive in the manner that it is for two people to care and support each other. We complement each other and we compliment each other. We build each other up and express our love daily. These are the memories I want my girls to have. 

You want to be like me? Oh baby girl, you are and so much more! You are strong, a fighter and you have overcome so much. You have lost a parent, had to regain a parent that was only barely there; you had to leave everything you knew to move somewhere new; you had to fight to try to be accepted and you had to leave to create your own world. You , my girl, are stronger! You already know more at 20 than I ever did.

And so, as I start to put my life down, on paper, typing away in my "manuscript" - the support of my family and the courage we all had - that builds me up. "I want to be just like you Mom." No more beautiful words were ever spoken.

Ten years later....

I tried to write this yesterday and couldn't make myself do it. For some reason, I can today. 10 years ago, November 8, 2004 I started my day thinking that I was moving forward and was going to get through the most difficult period of my life. Little did I know that difficult hadn't even started yet. I am not going into a great deal of detail, that is for a longer story that I must put down on paper this winter. However, I will say that as I dropped my girls off at school that Monday morning, I had no idea that my private life was going to explode - in every way possible.

6 months before - Mother's Day 2004

Those who were there and witnessed my trauma and pain - know that I almost didn't get through it. Those who came after, much later, couldn't believe I could hold my head high again. My family were my strength and the only reason I came through it. If not for my girls needing me so desperately, or for my parents stopping everything in their lives to be by my side or my brothers giving their strength and encouragement - I would have been lost. My father was the only man for me for a time and I hung on to him tightly. My mother was with us day and night and although she suffered for it - she stayed - God bless her!

On November 8, 2004 my children's lives changed forever. They lost their father in a motor vehicle accident; my baby - 12 days before her third birthday underwent trauma that will affect her for life; my oldest was about to turn 10 years old and watched her family torn apart. 

For now, I will say this, my children's father took my youngest daughter without permission, he put her into a vehicle forcefully without a car seat and he hit a minivan head on which was carrying a mother and her 4 year old son, the mother was critically injured but survived, the young boy did not;  that vehicle then slid and collided into a second vehicle injuring one of the two passengers. I can't ever take away the grief or trauma from their lives - I can never give them back their innocence, the healthy bodies they had or the beautiful child that they lost. I have had to find a way to heal to move on. I only hope that they have been able to do so as well.

6 months later - Father's Day 2005

I spent the next several years helping my baby heal from her physical wounds and trying to assist her with her emotions. Years of medical support, physical therapy and clinical psychiatry - to get to a point where we could cope. My oldest suffered nearly as much, albeit not physically but psychologically. She had to find a way to survive her fear, anxiety, depression and pain. She, as well as I, had to live with survivors guilt. There are still times when the PTSD symptoms come up, the inability to focus or complete projects, but for the most part, we are doing pretty damn good.

I had always lived my life privately and held in my thoughts and secrets. I didn't share - even my closest friends were shocked to see what life had been like - the constant fear we dealt with. Unfortunately you can't go through a public ordeal without everyone knowing your business. You are no longer entitled to privacy and can't go out in public without feeling as though people are looking at you, judging you, watching you - deciding if you are the reason the world blew up that day. You can't protect your children, you can't stop them from the bullying or meanness of others, you can't turn on the news or pick up a paper without wondering what it will say but still having to know. 

Life changes immensely. The inability to get up every morning, the need to sleep all day but unable to rest at night, the lack of motivation or able to prepare food for your family, piles of laundry surrounding you, the overwhelming senselessness of life. Watching every move your child makes, trying to pre-determine what the outcome will be, how will they manage, am I failing them? Periods of inexplicable crying, inappropriate laughing and constant physical pain.

Anyone who has suffered a trauma will know that PTSD can stop you from living. If it had not been for friends who checked up on me, brought me food, made me put one foot after the other to continue on - if it had not been for family who called me constantly to make sure I was doing what I needed to do - if it was not for the man I fell in love with who trusted that I would get strong and stop being an unreliable flake - if not for all that - I would not be here now. My girls are my everything, they were my reason for living. My husband is my rock, he helps me when I feel I want to give up. I however, am the person who kept going. I had strength I would never have believed I possessed. 

I had to change things. As much as I tried to heal things kept creeping up on me. As often as I thought things were behind us, something would show up in a news story or in the paper. If I didn't see it, people were sure to tell me. My daughter was tormented by children in school who taunted her and threatened her. After going through what she had gone through, this was not simple childhood antics. It is through learning to speak up, show our truth and getting past the fear that we could heal.

Part of my strength came from leaving my old life, forging a new one, starting fresh and naively thinking that I could leave the past behind me. Thank god for Google, how would people spy on other people? Well, Google let my skeletons leak out of the closet and Google shared the highlights - but I learned not to care. If people like me, great, if they don't that is ok too. If they judged me and made me or my girls suffer for that judgement, well too bad for them. They lost out on knowing some pretty special, loving people. To those of you who stood by me, who remained my friends, who were able to deal with my nightmare, you are amazing. To those of you who left me, who couldn't cope with it, that is ok, I would rather you were honest than try to be near me when you couldn't.

Marrying my soul mate 7/7/7

I feel as though not talking about my past, not being open, makes me a fraud. At the same time I am not interested in being part of idle gossip or innuendo. I know who I am . I am Sarah and I am a survivor. The past 10 years felt endless at times, it also feels as though it flew by. I have blocked out more than I remember and this winter I have to try to tap into those memories to become whole again.

In my being an independent adult, or someone in a confused relationship - I let myself drift away from my roots, my family. I have realized that through everything, it is family that stood by me, supported me and showed me love. I am so happy to have started to regain the closeness with my extended family - aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. I hope I never lose that again, whether we live near or far.

me and my babies 2014

I am so grateful to have a strong loving man by my side. I am so fortunate that my kids have pulled through to the other side. Yes, there are moments of bewilderment and confusion but they are infrequent now. The moments of frustration and anger are almost gone. We all have our own memories, recollection of what happened and our own truth. This is MY truth.

Yes, when I look at my babies and see physical and emotional scars - I am sad  - but I think, I believe, that I am teaching them that we can't live in the past - we are our future and we can be victims or survivors. I vote for SURVIVOR!

And the best part of it all?
I have learned it is OK to be happy -
 and I am HAPPY!