She was more than a mother — she was the center of our small world. A woman whose love showed up in quiet ways, through check-ins, concern, and a deep desire to see everyone around her okay.

She had three children she loved dearly. And even though she wasn’t always physically present with me, she always made sure to check up on her grandson. She talked about him constantly — with pride, excitement, and so much love. You could hear how much he meant to her in every conversation. He brought her happiness, hope, and something to look forward to.

She was kind, caring, and full of life. She had dreams and a future that should not have been taken from her. Regardless of her mistakes, she was still a good person — a person who did not deserve to leave this world this way. She deserved protection, peace, and the chance to grow older surrounded by love.

Her life is not defined by how it ended, nor by the wrong person she met. What defines her is her heart — the love she gave, the family she cherished, and the memories she left behind. Though she was taken far too soon, her spirit lives on through her children, her grandson, and everyone who loved her.

She is missed more than words can say, loved beyond measure, and will never be forgotten.