I always knew that I would write about my parents' beautiful love story, especially about the way it all began.
In 1953, my parents were married in a hospital room just ten days after my mother's car accident, which left her a paraplegic. She was only 17 years old at the time, and my father was just 20. What followed despite the staggering challenges they faced was a 46-year love affair that was abundant with unconditional love and resulted in four cherished children.
Sadly, their remarkable relationship ended with my mother's death in 1999. Spurred on by my own grief and by watching my father's soul implode with sorrow, I began to excavate my deepest religious beliefs and was ultimately led to examine Eastern spiritual philosophies, especially about the afterlife and the possibility of past lives.
Along my spiritual sojourn, I met a past life regression therapist, who revealed to me that my parents had been soul mates. However, according to the therapist, they hadn't just been soul mates in this one lifetime; rather, they had shared lifetimes in over two hundred incarnations. From Lemurians living in paradise to ancient Anasazi living in the Desert Southwest and from Greek servants studying philosophy to Celtic children dying under Hadrian's rule, hearing about many of my parents' past lives was like taking a magic carpet ride through history.
Seeing their eternal relationship from this wide-angle perspective allowed me to connect the cosmic dots and understand why they have been incarnating for eons and why we shared a lifetime together. We hadn't just randomly been thrown together as parent and child, but, rather, they chose me to be their scribe and to relay their profound message to humanity.