Book Description
It all happened so quickly one minute it seemed life was as usual, the next all those I hold dear were thrown into a dark, unchartered sea of grief . Like a raging storm we were cast into an ocean of unforgiving doom. Franticly we sought direction which lead all too quickly to a place with only the grey rain clouds of bereavement. At some point in my own desperation to cope with the raging sea enveloping me I searched for a guide in vain. My only understanding of the storm I was battling came from the wise words bestowed on me from friends I was lucky to be able to appreciate a glimmer of understanding, simply by knowing I was not the only person to have passed through a storm such as the one found when journeying through a place called grief. Grief in all its black doom is a personal process each of us has to encounter individually. It is only how we manifest every stage that is unique. My wish is that this book will provide an island for those who read it, a break in the storm and an opportunity to collect yourself. Absent feet started as a journal - simply for myself, to contend with the voyage I was unwittingly on. It has eventuate into a guide which I sincerely hope will be a lighthouse to those in need of light on the journey of bereavement.
