Approximately two years ago, I was awakened by a police call at 1:35am. On February 24, 2015. The moment that changed my life forever. One of the most dreaded, undesirable nightmare a mother would want to dream of. This was a reality, a heartbreaking, heart wrenching labor of the heart. My daughter, Candace Elizabeth had died by the hands of her beloved husband. It took me two years to wake up and realize after her death that I needed to make a decision, am I going to sit here and die a little more each day, or take baby steps and live again?
My daughter, Candace, is with me in my heart everywhere I go. I breathe for her and live for her children so she can love them through me. Every day is a new day, and I am always just a breath away to being with her again.