In the summer of 1998, just days after her divorce was final, author Theresa James’ ex-husband, John, broke into her home and murdered their three children before killing himself. James didn’t share her tragic story for almost twenty years. Now, as a means to inspire and encourage others, she offers insight into that life-altering event.
Healing Tears narrates her story, beginning with meeting John in 1990, the joys and challenges of their life together, their separation and eventual divorce, and the early morning in July when evil and tragedy descended on her home. Based on journal writings penned at the time, James tells how she survived the nightmare that had suddenly become her life, how she handled her challenging journey of grief and healing, and how she tried to orchestrate a new beginning.
Emotional and heart-wrenching, this memoir recounts James’ fear, hatred, anger, sorrow, joy, and happiness as she gives a voice to her tragic story.
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