Fly high Keturah

Hi my name is Bec and I'm fund-raising for 2 of my close work friends and there family. Jess,Brayden and there family endured something no mother or faimly should.

In Loving Memory - Keturah

On Saturday night 31st of may , the world lost a beautiful young woman whose heart carried more pain than it ever should have. A soul too tender for the noise and harshness around her, she felt let down—by the people who were supposed to care, by the systems meant to protect her, and by a world that never quite made space for someone like her.

She didn’t fit the mould, and maybe that’s what made her so remarkable. But in a world that demands conformity, her uniqueness left her feeling isolated, unseen, and unheard. She longed for peace, for freedom from the battles that raged quietly inside her every day. She was desperate to escape a life that never felt like it belonged to her.

To those of us who cared, this loss is a deep and devastating silence. Our hearts are broken, our words feel useless. Her absence is loud, echoing in every corner.

Her support team—those who stood by her, believed in her, fought beside her—are shattered. We grieve not only for her, but for a world that failed to offer her a place of comfort, a safe landing when she was falling. We carry the ache of “what if” and “if only” like stones in our chests.

She mattered. She always did. And now, more than ever, we hold on to her memory—not just as someone we lost, but as someone who should have been seen, heard, and held in this world.

May she now find the peace she longed for. And may we who remain do better, love louder, and fight harder for those who feel like they don’t belong.

You are missed. You are loved. You will never be forgotten.

Reat in peace my beautiful girl.

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