The Week of Deserae

I had an entirely different blog planned today. But I can’t get my daughter, Deserae, out of my mind. This is not an amusing story, but instead a piece of my heart that I’m sharing. 

I have the gift of words, the gift of communication. I have a voice, and my purpose is to use it.  I am part of a club that no-one ever wants to join. I’m a mother who has lost a child. I’m not writing this for pity, or to make anyone uncomfortable. I’m hoping that it can help someone – in some small way – to get through their own grief. To let them know they are not alone.

On May 3, 2006, my daughter, Deserae Marie, died in her sleep – three weeks away from her 25th birthday. The official cause listed is – overdose. I’m not going to go into her pain or…