03/05/2026
Today my son would have been 25 years old.
Standing at his gravesite, God reminded me that my pain is still not without purpose. As my granddaughter sang, “Heaven heard my cry,” I felt it in my spirit, God still hears me.
This journey has not been easy, but I’ve learned that pushing through requires being present in the pain and allowing God to meet you there.
My son would be so proud of his daughter. And because of that, I will continue walking in God’s plan, not my own, building the Embracing With Value Foundation. What began as grief has grown into a movement supporting mothers and families as they walk through their own valleys.
I am grateful for the blessing of being her grandmother and his mother, gifts only God could give.
Healing guides us through every wave and every valley. Remember, every wounded valley is not where we stay, it’s where we grow.
To any mother grieving today: Grace will carry you. Strength will sustain you. And resilience will rise from the very place that tried to break you.
