Rebecca Caswell is a writer living in the beautiful foothills of the Rocky Mountains of Wyoming. She is a joy-filled wife and mother of three. When Rebecca is not writing, she runs a salon and furniture renovating business called Teal House Beauty Lounge.
What She Left Behind is Rebecca’s first book. She wrote it hoping to help others cope with the profound losses that we all must face.
In life we are blessed to have those who we love. Those we depend on. Those whose very existence proved to help to shape and form us into the very person we are. But what happens when you lose someone whose light, love, and strength brought so much significance and guidance to your life? How do families navigate through the pain of losing a mentor, mother, wife, and friend? What happens as the family dynamics begin to change and shift? After our lives are turned upside down do we ever find ourselves back to a new normal? What She Left Behind is a deep emotional journey that takes you into the abyss of love and loss. It is a memoir of a fight with grief. It takes you down a winding personal account of tragic events and one woman's struggle to find who she really is without the love and strength of her mother. Caught between holding on and letting go, she attempts to weed through the pain and trails that the family faces. This is a story about finding our way out of the depths of heartache and the redemptive way we find ourselves back home.
Top Ten List
TEN THINGS I LOVE
1. Reading (Thrillers, Suspense)
2. Writing
3. Gardening (Flowers and Veggies)
4. Pasta
5. Glamping
6. Hiking
7. Sunsets
8. Warm Weater
9. Family
My Animals (3 dogs, 2
cats, 3 chickens, and 2 ducks)
Snippet 2:
My mom was the one person in the world to whom I told everything. And I mean everything--the good and the bad. The scary. The awful. If anyone knew me, it was her. I pondered to myself who in the world I would tell all of this to when I couldn’t confide in her. She was the only person who could understand. And so I began writing letters to her in my mind and spilling it all, making it seem as if she were still able to hear me out and make things better as she always did. These are my thoughts on the way to the hospital.
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