But her life was not stress-free.
She worked hard to manifest her greatest dreams. With retirement just years away, she planned a life where she could live more freely, raise her grandbabies, travel, and continue her search for true love and partnership.
She died 4 years shy of this life. I sometimes wonder if it was the stress of working 70 hours a week, or the way she put everyone’s needs before hers… or if it was actually the aggressive Melanoma that took her life.
That moment shook me so deep, I shifted into an entirely different spiritual plane. I lived between immense grief and a deep longing to live as purposeful as possible.
In my deepest soul seed, there was nothing more important to me than becoming a mother myself. I knew it would be incredibly hard to do without her, but it was the only thing that I knew I simply couldn’t live without. Over the next few years, I gave birth to two wild beauties, Juniper and Lucy, who are now 9 & 7 years old.