Red Hair and Freckles Running Barefoot through the Storm Review
On August 22nd, 1996, my nine-year-old grandson's life ended abruptly on a country road in Southern Pennsylvania. He and two friends were riding bikes when a car emerged over a hill missing two of the boys but striking my grandson head-on. While spiraling downward to depths of hopelessness, the only thing with me was pen and paper. I wrote when finding myself floundering through a world I no longer understood while the cycle of life reversed. As the foundation of faith was shaken, our close-knit family began to unravel. I continued to try and write away the pain in a desperate attempt to make sense of a world I no longer wanted to be a part of. This was just the beginning of a journey through agonizing loss in many forms. It appeared we were handed much more than we could handle when another child passed before us. Our marriage started to disconnect. While sifting through the hourglass of time, this true story is filled with vivid recollections of tragedies we stumbled through, weird dreams that dominated the nights, divine interventions, and my personal spiritual journey. This story was written from my perspective during a time when life and faith were shattered into millions of fragments. These pages are filled with heartache but weaved throughout with wonderful reminiscences. Against all odds, my husband and I reunited at the place where beginnings became endings. Red hair and Freckles will captivate every heart that has suffered loss in any form, and I believe the Lord touched my heart in many ways, giving me the courage to complete this story that has no ending until the breath in me is silenced. This book is about love...about loss...about life.
