A Book Unwritten

            Sometimes we find blessings from our most traumatic loss in the strangest places. The traumatic loss that shaped me gave me empathy for others who go through that same tragedy in their own lives. Their stories always touch my soul and breaks my heart for their grief.            My own story and my memories that surface from time to time when I least expect them, turn me into that little seven year old girl sitting on a pew in the midst of family at my mother's funeral service. She was thirty-five years old, a victim of breast cancer. This photo is a treasure, but still makes me cry. I never wanted to be anywhere but with her, and a rush comes over me reminding me how I felt in her presence.                So what brought me to this today? A movie I watched last night titled No Reservations from 2007. A car accident that took the life of a mother of a young girl, no father, no ...