Christy A Camara

After my son’s tragic death, I had two choices. I could crawl into the corner and spend each day there, slowly dying. Or, I could choose to make Wyland’s life a legacy.

The decision to expose details of my life was difficult to make, but if just one child can be saved, it will be worth it. No other parent should go through the daily pain I feel.

I want to share my story now, hoping to bring awareness to those struggling in similar situations. Hopefully, in writing and publishing this book, it will reach other parents before a tragedy like mine unfolds, taking another innocent child.

Another reason I wrote this book was to be a voice for those who are not ready to speak about grief. My suggestions could help the reader console a grieving loved one, possibly someone who has lost a child. Sometimes it’s hard to know what to say.

Sharing my thoughts and feelings may comfort a parent dealing with the aftermath of filicide, (the killing of one’s son or daughter), letting them know they are not alone.

Why Am I Writing This Now?

After my son's tragic death, I had two choices: I could crawl into the corner and spend each day there, slowly dying. Or I could choose to make Wyland's life a legacy.

I've used humor to get me through every day since Wyland's murder. I never thought of myself as a writer. I've always avoided putting my feelings on paper.

Then, one day. I had an epiphany - I was going to write a book! The title came to me instantly. The memories flowed through me effortlessly. I soon realized the narrator in my head all my life was guiding me to this point.

I want to share my story hoping to bring awareness to those struggling in similar situations. Hopefully, in writing this cook, it will reach other parents before a tragedy like mine unfolds, taking another innocent child. The decision to expose the heart-wrenching details of my life was difficult to make, but if just one child can be saved it will be worth it. No parent should go through the daily pain I feel.

I bare my soul and share my experience of pain, tears, and a few laughs along the way. I wisn to honor Wyland and keep his memory alive by sharing my memories.