Nann’s Story
What my journey from murder to mediumship teaches us about grief, grace, and growing our heavenly gifts…
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Hi, I’m Nannette, but everyone calls me Nann.
You’re probably here because you’re deeply hurting and searching for ways to radically heal. I’m here because, against all odds, I’ve done just that.
In 1995, I met my future husband, Cory, and together we created a love story fairytales are made of. Cory was my “modern day knight in shining armor,” complete with badge and gun. We lived an idyllic life on our farm in Benjamin, Utah—until tragedy brought our dream life to a crashing halt.
On January 30, 2014, at 19 years of marriage, and just nine months before his retirement, Cory was brutally murdered in the line of duty, leaving me, our five children, and eight (at the time—now it’s 10!) grandchildren to sort through the shards of a shattered life.
As if the shock and fallout of this unexpected and traumatic death wasn’t enough to endure on its own, God decided to lightning-bolt me with the sudden ability to communicate with the spirit world at the exact same time!
Oh, and did I mentioned I was, up until this point, a perfect Molly Mormon?!
Yeah… talk about a shock to the system—on all levels.
From that point forward, it has literally been a whole new world for me, in every single way. But the beauty of being suddenly, strongly connected to Spirit—including Cory’s spirit—wasn’t enough to shelter me from debilitating grief, nor suicidal ideation.
I have certainly lived in the darkest depths, which I hope makes my journey to the genuinely happy, fulfilled woman I am today, ten years later, that much more hopeful for you.
Hell is hell—there’s no sugar coating that. The good news? Today, after years of completely out-of-nowhere spiritual initiation, I can assure you: there is a way out.
At the other side of the grief tunnel, I’m more “me” than I’ve ever been, more fulfilled than I’ve ever been, and more connected to Spirit than I’ve ever been. Hell—I even found amazing, soul-filled love again (shout out to Brad, my mega hunk!).
I think the most important way to honor those we love that have moved beyond this earth life is to love forward. You might think that was a typo and I meant to say “move” forward, but I do actually mean love forward. Grief has a way of taking the love we have for someone and fracturing it because they are gone. When we put it back together we actually will find that the person we lost left us with more love to give than we had ever known.