On November 2, 2007, I sat on the front pew of Greater Bellevue Baptist Church and the only words I remember hearing is "Brittney stay strong" whispered in my ear by my mother as Bentley asked did anyone want to view my mother's body for the last time before they closed the casket. Panic then set in and my whole life flashed before my eyes. I still feel that a major part of me, that I will never get back was also buried 6 feet deep at Cherry Blossom on the 2nd of November.
Since that day life has been a journey, major ups and major downs, but I continue to hold on to those words "Brittney stay strong, they need you". An associate of mine recently pointed out on a post on my Instagram page, "Always wanted to know how you lived through that.. Even in college I never had enough guts to ask."
