Confessions of a Grieving Mother

About the Book

I did not cry. The moment came when Heather died; I did not shed a tear. I felt numb, like I was having an out of body experience, and I was watching myself go through the motions. There were things to do; people to call, it was not the time to begin to fall apart. I had just joined an elite club of grieving mothers. This was the club no one talked about or wanted to become a member of. From that moment on my life was getting a makeover that I didn’t ask for let alone consent to allowing it to happen. It was beyond my control; I was not given a choice. This was and is my life now. I am a grieving mother for the rest of my life.

About the Author

Sherry became a grieving mother in 2009 when, Heather, her 21 year old daughter died. She found this new life something no one wanted to share. Writing her blog was cathartic; she wrote straight from the heart in open, simple words in the hope of bringing encouragement to those who grieve. Sherry is a wife, mother and “Mimi.” This is her second book, her first is entitled My Porcelain Doll.