Would you understand the trials of someone without words? If given a voice, would you hear their cries? For a moment, or a lifetime, tragedy can shape us. My youngest child became a point of my survival. Suicide was the shadow lurking around the corner, waiting in the dark to tap on my shoulder...trying to convince me to take its hand. This is a story of life, love, anger, and survival through an array of experiences. Followed by my near-death experience, the door was opened to the paranormal...soon to be woven into the threads of our lives. What would you do? How would you hold onto the reality of this world, when the unexplained wander around you leaving their essence floating through the air. When you have so many depending on your arms, your kiss, your love...would you be able to unravel the story, let go of the anger...and survive the truth?