Today, I want to open my heart and talk about someone who meant the world to me—my sister, Jada.
It’s been three years since she left this world, and although time has moved forward, the ache of her absence still feels just as sharp, just as raw. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about her. Her laughter, her vibrant energy, and the warmth of her presence are memories that continue to live on vividly in my heart, refusing to fade.
Jada wasn’t just my sister. She was my best friend, my role model, and my biggest inspiration. We shared a dream—a love for YouTube and content creation. From the very beginning, she radiated confidence and authenticity every time she stood in front of a camera. She had that rare kind of charisma that drew people in, made them feel seen, and left them inspired. Watching her thrive on her channel lit a fire in me. She made me believe that I could do it too. In so many ways, her success paved the path I now walk on.
But that path changed forever the day G-n v---nce stole her from us.
Her life was taken too soon, too suddenly. The shock of losing her hit like a wave that I’m still learning how to navigate. The pain lingers in the quiet moments, in the middle of filming, in the silence between edits. But through it all, I’ve made a vow to myself—a vow to keep her spirit alive. Every video I upload, every story I share with my audience, is a tribute to Jada. It’s my way of honoring the beautiful legacy she left behind.
Today, I’m wearing one of her shirts. To some, it might just look like another piece of clothing, but to me, it’s so much more. It holds her scent, her memories, her love. When I put it on, I feel a piece of her with me. I can see her in my mind—her radiant smile, those sparkling eyes full of excitement and dreams. She had this incredible ability to light up any room she walked into, to lift spirits with just a few words or a hug. That’s who she was—pure light.
Our family is big—eight siblings in total. Five sisters, three brothers. And out of all of us, Jada was the spark. She brought the energy, the laughter, the unity. She was our glue. Losing her left a hole in our family that nothing and no one could ever fill. We feel it in every gathering, in every shared memory, in every unspoken moment when we all silently wish she were still here with us.
I continue my journey on YouTube not only because I love it, but because I know she would want me to. Because every upload, every connection I make, feels like a whisper from her, reminding me to keep going, to keep shining, to keep loving. She’s my eternal muse, the light behind my creativity, and the strength behind my resilience.
Jada may no longer walk this earth, but she’s never truly gone. She lives on in our hearts, in the legacy she left behind, in the countless lives she touched, and in the stories we continue to share. As her sister, I will always carry her name with pride, spreading the same joy, strength, and light that she gave so freely to the world.
I miss you, Jada. I miss you more than words can ever say.
You will always be a part of me. Always.
