A memoir that reads like a novel, “Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole” spans the whole array of human emotions.
Lyn Ayre’s story will resonate with many who struggle with their own challenges. This book gives us all an opportunity
to see life through another’s eyes and to feel the true gratitude
of another’s heart.
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"Fragments of a Shattered Soul Made Whole" is a book about a woman who has a continual spiritual recovery from childhood sexual abuse, absent father, rape, lousy relationships, foster care, addictions, alcoholism, and multiple miscarriages and marriages. She goes on to have a warm, heart-centred relationship with a loving husband for over twenty-nine years. She learns to develop nurturing relationships, a purpose-filled niche for herself, and beautiful hobbies, which eventually morph into her final career.
Lyn Ayre is a word-wizard who can shape shift even the most horrific life incidents into palatable paragraphs. She then blends them into a story of an unbeatable spirit who strives to pull the pieces of her life into a coherent whole.
Lyn puts it best,
"Writing has helped me to weave all of these threads into the tapestry of me. I am unique, as we all are. No two of us are alike. My story will resonate with many who struggle to overcome their demons and find a way to let their own light shine. I used the keys of willingness and faith to unlock my hidden spiritual potential. So can you."
Have And To Hold
... Norm, Daniel and Darlene
had planned a surprise. He donned his tuxedo and lay in wait for his
unsuspecting partner to walk through the door. I was escorted up to the living
room and asked to take a seat on the couch. Then Norm came in and knelt before
me with single red rose between his teeth. He told me how much he loved me and
what it meant to him to have me in his life. I laughed, cried, and said
‘yes’ when he popped the question.
set the date for a few months later. One night, as we ate our meal at the
Bonanza Restaurant in Surrey, we planned our Wedding Day. Using several napkins, we mapped
out the details; who to invite, what to say on the invitations, what to wear,
who would be in the bridal party, the feast, the music, the first dance and all
of the myriad details that go into planning the ‘big day’.
had become close friends with my sister, Victoria, and her partner, Thomas. They
were to be our Matron of Honour and Best Man. Our song is “Always” by
Atlantic Starr. We asked our kids to sing it for us after we said our vows. We
wrote words of love and devotion to say to each other to say in front of our
family and friends. Fifty people were invited and we ended up seating forty-two
in our living room. We placed candles and fresh flowers on every surface to
create a romantic ambiance. Rather than go with a particular colour scheme, we
went with several - blue, pink, yellow, green and purple. A sumptuous buffet
covered the top of our pool table in the den.
were sequestered in our room and watched through the window as our guests
arrived. Alternately pensive and excited, the anticipation mounted. Finally, we
heard the music swell and our escorts were at the bedroom door. We walked down
the hall and turned to the left. Just as we came into the dining room, Norm’s
knees gave out and we both thought he would fall over. He took a deep breath,
found his feet and we gracefully made our entrance.
ceremony proceeded smoothly until it was time to say our vows. All of a sudden,
a plane flew over the house and this set Mom’s dog, Taffy, to yapping. She
barked all the way through our promises to each other. But, I heard Norm and he
heard me. That’s all that matters in the end. It was a beautiful sunny day. We'd found a love to last. Surrounded by our family and friends, what more could
anyone ask. I said a silent prayer of thanks. At 11:17 a.m. on 20May1989, we
were pronounced husband and wife.
reception was held downstairs. We had a dance floor and lots of room for
everyone to have a great party. At five o’clock, we decided to make our
planned a weekend to Harrison Hot Springs as our honeymoon. After a delicious
dinner at the Hot Springs Hotel, we decided to have a little nap then take a
walk on the beach and enjoy the moonlight before retiring. We woke up ten hours
later at 6:00 a.m. the next morning. So much for our wedding night.
that’s okay.” We told each other.
always today and the rest of our lives.”
was craving coffee and so my new husband set out to find me a ‘cuppa’.
First, he tried the front desk. They were brewing a pot but it was for the staff
only. He got in the car and started searching around Harrison but to no avail.
He went as far as Agassiz but still no luck. He drove back to the hotel and
spotted a man carrying the black brew. The man said there was a little coffee
shop up a side street so Norm jumped back in the car and tore off up the street.
He bought us two cups of coffee each and hastily made his way back to our room.
had started to get worried as he’d been gone for over half an hour. I’d had
a shower and gotten ready for a day of exploring. I so appreciated his efforts
in getting me a cup of coffee to start my day. I drink two cups in the morning
to kick-start the old bod and I really miss it if I don’t get it.
went into the restaurant for breakfast and then off to see the sites of the
After lunch, we were moved to go back to our room and pick up where we had left off the night before...
hung out with my sister, Victoria and her partner, Thomas. We all had teenagers at
home so when we would get together, the old ‘soapbox’ would come out and
circulate around the room. It was great to be able to vent openly and get some
support from people who were going through similar things to us.
and Norm were like brothers, very close. They had both grown up in Great Britain
and had some interesting ‘sayings’ that always got Victoria and I to raising
our eyebrows and chuckling to ourselves.
day, we decided to take ‘the boys’ to Victoria for Father’s Day. Not
telling them where we were going, we left the house at six o’clock in the
had dug up some blinds for them to wear so they couldn’t see.
We drove to Surrey and had breakfast. Then we pulled out the masks and had Norm
put on the elephant one and Thomas, the doggie one. I took a circuitous route to
the ferry and they were trying to guess which way we were going. It was
we approached the terminal, Victoria got out of the car and walked up to the
booth to explain the spectacle, ask for silence and purchase our passage. The
looks we got as we drove past the attendant were priceless. I guess he’d seen
everything now. It wasn’t until I drove over the ramp that the guys surmised
we were going on the ferry.
in Sydney, we drove on to Capital of BC - Victoria. Our goal was to have high tea at the Empress
Hotel. There was time to explore so we walked around the town and ended up at
Beacon park. We fooled around like teenagers and had a wondrous and free time
for a while.
we went back to the hotel to change. I discovered to my dismay that, in the
dark, I had grabbed one black high heel and one black flat. I ended up wearing
my sandals. We didn’t know we needed a reservation, so our hopes for high tea
were dashed. But all was not lost. We headed downstairs and had ‘low tea’
and a fantastic dessert.
went to Victoria again for my fortieth. We had adjoining housekeeping rooms with
a little kitchen. On the day of my Birthday, the radio was playing and Victoria and I were dancing in the kitchen. We were laughing and thoroughly enjoying
ourselves. The guys were loading up the car.
All of a sudden, I was on the floor and unable to breath. From far away, I could hear Victoria yelling “Lynnie, Lynnie!” ...
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