In the late morning of July 27, 1994, my life was forever changed when my mother and stepfather were killed in a horrific motor vehicle accident. Although I am an articulate woman, in 19 years I have not found words to describe the depth of this heartache. My parents were driving home from a simple shopping trip before work when they literally met head-on with disaster, two beautiful lights extinguished from this earth in a senseless tragedy. My grief has been quiet, my struggles characteristically solemn – yet I have missed my parents every day since their untimely passing. It is my soul’s ambition to forge a life that would make them proud, that any legacy I leave may be a tribute to them as well as to my wonderful son. I have attempted to make the curse of this heavy heart into a blessing by devoting myself to helping, teaching, empowering, and healing others; these values were instilled in me as much greater riches than material wealth, and resilience has become my birthright. My mother Jeanette and my stepfather Pete taught me this above all: Value your loved ones, treat them with kindness, and express your love as often as possible – because sometimes God calls you in a hurry and there is just no time to say goodbye. Tomorrow is never guaranteed - the right time is now….
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 13:27:28 +0000
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