Late 2009, I began imagining what my life would look like as the youngest of my four children approached adulthood. In June 2010, at the age of 45, I celebrated my youngest son turning 18, graduating from high school and begin preparing for his future. Heck! That next year I even helped furnish his first apartment as I downsized from a house to an apartment. I was comfortable in my career with my second oldest daughter being Chief Operations Manager of “Success Kidz” the childcare brand she was building from the ground up.
"Things were going pretty good," I’d say.
The next couple of years had its share of life-changing moments that I now realize where all part of God’s preparation for what was to come. During 2015, I had spoken and sometimes even argued with my daughter about me retiring as her right hand in childcare. I want to begin to do something for myself. After all, my kids are all grown and making their own marks in society. I was happy in my personal life making the necessary changes for my future or so I thought!
On Wednesday, April 1, 2015 (April Fool’s Day) at 12 noon, I received a call that change everything in and about my life. Two of my adult children had been murdered during our lunch break, as my oldest daughter and I were just three blocks away getting lunch. From the moment that I received that call, nothing about my life has been the same. As a result of my son and daughter being murdered, I have become an advocate for families affected by violence; because nothing about my life has been “NORMAL” since that day. I am discovering who this new person is, living what I call a "New Normal Life" without two of my children because EVERYTHING has changed.
I may not know what tomorrow brings, but I know who holds the future. Each day, I boldly choose to live life abundantly. I went to sleep with a nightmare, but I woke up with a purpose to serve families through hope, restoration, and resilience.