Eleven years ago today, I woke to a phone call from the Harris County Medical Examiner’s office informing me that my son, Cory, had died.

The news hit like a lightning strike — shocking, disorienting, and utterly devastating.

And yet, even in that moment of heartbreak, I felt mysteriously held and supported by something larger than myself.

Within days, Cory began revealing himself as my Spirit Guide, and we embarked on a journey that has been nothing short of epic.

Through the depths of my grief, I learned how to love myself.

Through unimaginable loss, I discovered that death is only an illusion — that when souls leave their human bodies, they simply shift into another dimension of being.

I AM no longer afraid of death, because I know now that it is merely the other side of the coin of life.

Throughout my own life, I’ve experienced many deaths and rebirths — the natural rhythm of transformation that all living things must pass through.

There must be a deconstruction before a reconstruction, a letting go before renewal.

Today, I feel profound gratitude — for my continued connection with Cory, for the life we co-create across the veil, and for the opportunity to share this journey with others who are walking through their own grief and awakening.

I would not change a thing.

Every moment has brought me to this beautiful life I now live — a life rooted in love, freedom, and truth.

If it weren’t for Cory and the work we’ve done together, I would not be the woman I AM today.

So today, I celebrate Cory.

I celebrate myself.

And I celebrate the sacred, ongoing partnership we share.