Life Reviews / Love Reviews: How I Reached out to the Love of My Deceased Family and Became Their Confidante... Til Death Do Us Part Does Not Have to Exist Anymore

By Wendy McCoy

If you suffer from debilitating grief, are afraid of death, curious about life after death, or simply miss your loved ones, this book is for you!
By losing four members of my family and witnessing so much physical and emotional pain, suffering and grief, it made me question my beliefs as I did not want to fear death and I needed to figure out what to believe in.
Through facing my life-long fears and challenging what I thought were my beliefs, I was able to open up my heart to the love of my family who predeceased me. By learning how to channel with them, I became their confidante where they relayed their very emotional life reviews to me. Many of the lessons they were to learn on Earth, they did not face until they reached Heaven and had to review their lives. They wish to share this information with people so that we can learn how to love ourselves more and realize that we do not have to fear death.
Through their stories, I have learned how they had to come face-to-face with many of their lives difficult issues, including alcohol abuse, control issues, bulimia, jealousy, molestation, emotional abuse, abortion, adoption, dying, and what we are to learn from the grieving process.
If you have experienced grief beyond words or have experienced any of the issues in your life which my family had to learn from, it is our hope that their words of wisdom will assist you in healing and finding peace.
So, I invite you to open your minds and, hopefully, your hearts to my words and those of my beautiful family, and let your healing begin.
With love from Wendy and blessings from Lori, Jack, Sandra and Peter.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: May 31, 2016
• ISBN: 9781504357012

Wendy McCoy

Wendy McCoy was born and raised in the small northern Ontario city of North Bay where she currently resides with her two children. After college, her interest in business administration led her to Ottawa, Ontario, where she worked for the federal government for many years. In 1995, she decided to move back to her home town in order to start a family of her own and to be closer to her parents and siblings. She has since worked in the education field and the mining industry in North Bay. Wendy is also a visual artist who enjoys creating symbolic spiritual art, has received Level I Reiki training, and is an advocate for energy healing.

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Life Reviews

Love Reviews

How I reached out to the love of my deceased

family and became their confidante… til death

do us part does not have to exist anymore.

WENDY MCCOY

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Copyright © 2016 Wendy McCoy.

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ISBN: 978-1-5043-5700-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5702-9 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-5043-5701-2 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2016906979

Balboa Press rev. date: 06/01/2016

Contents

Dedication

Foreword – My Journey

Family Bonding

The Early Years

Death Comes Knocking

Only the Good Die Young

Life Carried On, Until…

The Golden Years?

My Mom – My Best Friend

Let The Journey Begin!

Seek Until You Find

Let the Healing Begin!

Love Is All That Matters

The Love Connection

Life Reviews

Life Reviews

Lori’s Journey

Lori’s Life Review

My Mom’s Journey

My Mom’s Life Review

My Dad’s Life Review

Peter’s Journey

Peter’s Life Review

Gratitude and Encouragement

Final Thoughts

Final Thoughts from Wendy

Final Thoughts from Lori

Acknowledgments

Spiritual Artwork

To Honour the Other Side is my heartfelt desire in sharing our stories.

Blessings,

Wendy

Dedication

With the utmost love and respect, this book is dedicated to:

My Dad, Jack McCoy, for his wisdom, love, support and humor, in life and in spirit;

My Mom, Sandra McCoy, (aka my MiMi, aka my PeaHen), for her gentle guidance, love and friendship;

My little brother, Peter McCoy, for always being so very witty and such a joy to have in my life; and

My sister, Lori (Cayen, Kioke) McCoy, whom I have always adored! She has been my big sister in life and in death.

On behalf of your family on Earth, I want to say, we love you more than all the stars in the sky.

I also wish to thank someone else I never would have thought I’d be grateful to… I wish to thank God. Thank you for helping me heal and open my heart. I am grateful for all the universal love and support you have given me.

Foreword – My Journey

I have spent the better part of my life not really caring if there is a God. People say God exists, that Jesus was the son of God; that he walked on the Earth and performed miracles. Yeah, right! That’s a little hard to swallow. And, so what? I certainly didn’t see any miracles in my life. It was hard to believe that, if there was a God, He/She would tolerate such famine, pain, suffering, greed, and horror on our beautiful planet.

I remember being seven years old and crying myself to sleep several nights in a row. I had just come to the stone-cold realization that my parents would not live forever and it was very upsetting to me. I remember lying there thinking about what happens to us when we die. Do we just turn into nothing? Do we just not exist anymore? Do we not think anymore? How is that possible? It was all too much for my young mind to fathom, so I just kept my fears to myself and hugged my pillow tight, crying myself to sleep.

I am now much older and recently orphaned. Having lost both my parents and two siblings, those forty-year-old questions came back to haunt me. So, instead of crying myself to sleep and hugging my pillow tight, I decided to do some research and a bit of soul-searching to figure out what I believe in.

I’d like to take you with me on my journey; one of deep sorrow, skepticism, wonder, love, peace, joy, and hope. I am happy to say that I am now a believer in God, Jesus, angels, miracles, metaphysics, the afterlife, my soul family and, most importantly, the power of love. How can sorrow and grief turn into feelings of joy? What changed my mind? I’ll try my best to explain.

Family Bonding

The Early Years

I grew up in northern Ontario in a loving, middle-class home in the 1960’s. My parents worked extremely hard to provide everything their children needed and wished for. I was the second youngest, having an older brother, David; an older sister, Lori; a younger brother, Peter; and a twin brother, Wayne. Yes, Wendy and Wayne - how cute, eh? My Mom explained to me that my Dad just had to name Wayne after John Wayne, so it was either Wendy or Wanda for me. When my Mom was pregnant with Wayne and I, she was not aware that she was going to have twins since ultrasound technology was not available back then. My Mom went into labor at seven months, was rushed to the hospital and, while being rushed to the delivery room, the nurse asked her if she had any other children at home. My Mom replied that she had a boy and a girl, to which the nurse responded, Good, because these ones might not make it. My twin brother and I were born fifteen minutes apart, collectively weighing just over six pounds, and we both spent the first month of our fragile little lives in an incubator. My Dad had told us that we were translucent and the length of a twelve-inch ruler. It was a miracle that we survived, especially back in the early 1960’s.

Shortly after we were released from the hospital, my Mom became ill with pneumonia and was hospitalized. Back then, my parents did not have a lot of help from family. My Mom’s mother lived in California, her brother lived two hours away, and my Dad’s family was busy running their business. Needless to say, they were trying times for my parents and I can only fully appreciate it now that I am older and have children of my own.

Even though we weren’t the richest family on the block, we had a ball! Our Dad took us snowmobiling in the winter and to the lake in the summer. His parents owned a hotel near a lake where my parents worked almost every weekend. All of us kids would have a blast swimming and carrying on. We had so much fun that we had absolutely no idea just how hard our parents were working in order to keep everyone happy.

When I was growing up, there was a lot of societal pressure to attend church every Sunday. I was raised Anglican and went to church briefly during my early childhood, but when life started to get too busy, my parents opted for family time instead of church time. Time was too precious. Through my parents’ behavior as role models and their words of wisdom, along with life’s trials and errors, we learned how to be good, moral kids with a clear understanding of right and wrong. They did not preach, but they knew just what to say and when in order to make us think and decide for ourselves about our actions and subsequent consequences.

When I was a young teen, my parents rented two cottages every summer for the month of August. One cottage was for the boys and my parents, and the other was for all of us girls. My sister and I would invite friends who would stay the whole month, and quite frankly, you don’t want to know everything that went on. Suffice it to say, we played hard. Oh, the teenage years!

Those were the days we bonded closely as a family. The boys would go fishing and come back with all kinds of fish stories. And the girls would bask in the sun and swim all day long. My Dad