Welcome to My Reflection

If you love traveling, great restaurants, are spiritual, and are looking for grief support, you’ve come to the right place.

I began journaling in 2007 after my 20-year-old son’s death. It was a way for me to release my emotions without being judged. My life was drastically altered after my son’s death. But in a spiritual moment I realized that I needed to change. Then and there I knew that I had a choice, I could sulk and go down the path to depression or I could live for my son. I chose the latter. I chose to set the path to acceptance, peace and healing. It was not easy and it doesn’t mean that I no longer cried or felt sad. That’s far from the truth. I had my sad moments and crying bouts but I did not let it define my life. I wanted to live for my son by honoring his memory doing the things that he wanted to do but could not.

I had never traveled internationally until 2013 when I booked our first trip to Italy. I quickly realized that I wanted to continue traveling abroad and thus began my future planning. I am not a wealthy person, therefore, I did extensive research on how to maximize my budget without skimping on the good stuff. From restaurants to visiting major attractions, I have managed to take it all in and leaving with the most wonderful experiences ever.

As a grieving mother, I understand the feeling of hopelessness and despair and would love nothing more than to open my heart to others going through this difficult situation. I am in a good place in my grieving process right now. If I could help at least one person reach that place of acceptance, peace and healing, then I am happy.

I welcome you with open arms to read my story and how I reached the place of acceptance, peace and healing. Many of my stories can also be read on my son’s memorial Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/rignacen.

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Life is 10% what happens to us and 90% how we react to it. ~Dennis P. Kimbro