The Great Root Movement

My name is Karen Sparks. On November 1, 2015, my children, Reagan (9) and Grant (8) were murdered by their father in a murder-suicide/filicide. It's been over 2,500 days since I've seen my children, held them, heard their voices and laughter, or been called "Mom." After burying the two loves of my life, I battled and fought my way out of two graves each day to gasp for breath. Routine tasks were debilitating, and I reached a point in my grief journey where I thought my life was pointless and wanted it to end. There is no word in the English language for a mother who lost her children. After my suicide attempt, my family intervened and got me the help I needed. While attending long-term therapy, God restored my identity and purpose. My journey will always be a struggle, but I know I am rooted in love. There is hope in the darkness through therapy, running, mental health awareness, and a caring community.