My late son Daniel was born on Saint Patrick’s Day 1991.
Unfortunately, at times, it seems like he never existed, thanks to the power of blocking unpleasant memories from the brain.
However, I want his twenty-one years of life on this earth to count; his life was not in vain.
I want other parents to be aware of medical kidnapping and the power the medical industry has over minor children.
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This recipe will make two, large airtight canisters of granola; the perfect solution for hungry teens or overnight guests. And it’s a fraction of the cost of store bought granola—minus the sugars and hydrogenated fats.
Read MoreIn the summer of 2008, I embarked on a journey to get my health back by experimenting with plant-based nutrition.
Recently, my husband updated my PC, and in the process, I found a folder titled, “Lost Files.”
I opened it.
And I found “Daniel’s phone records” . . . the history of incoming and outgoing calls made on my late son’s phone the day he passed away at age 21.
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