I am a survivor of tragedy. A number of years ago, three of my children were killed in a single auto accident as they drove home from a football game. The devastation of that evening was the beginning of a long journey.

The first part of the journey was the most painful and the least hopeful. Disbelief, anger, feeling singled out and alone. Questioning my own mortality and my God. I was feeling the pain would never end.

Reaching out, difficult though it is, was and still is the key to the second part of the journey: the healing time. From others who had traveled this unforeseen journey and from professionals I began to understand. I'm not crazy... I'm grieving. I'm not alone, others have survived. I don't have to "get over it," I'm learning to accept it.

The hope at this stage of the journey is that although my life has been changed forever by this tragedy, life can be good again.

Janet