I sit here wearing her shirt — the one she once wore with that bright, radiant smile you see in the photos. I try not to cry, try to be strong so I can tell you about Jada, but my heart aches every time I think of her.
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A Strong, Single M*om
Jada was only 25 when she p*assed, but she'd already faced so many challenges. She was a single m*om, raising two little ones — Ayala, age 5, and Isaiah, just 3. Now, those babies have lost the most beautiful m*other they could ever have.
She was devoted. No matter how hard life got, Jada never stopped smiling. She worked tirelessly to provide for her little family, never complaining, never blaming the world. Her children were everything to her. And now… they must grow up without the warmth of her embrace.
Unforgettable Memories
As I look back at her photos, I see a young woman full of life. Her smile lit up a room, and her eyes always held a sparkle, even when life was tough. She was a true Gemini — full of energy, laughter, and joy.
I remember her walking the kids to the park, calling me to share how Ayala learned a new word or how Isaiah made her laugh. These moments — once so real — are now just bittersweet memories.
Two Little Angels Without a M*other
What breaks my heart the most is thinking about Ayala and Isaiah. They have to grow up without their m*om. Ayala, at five, might remember pieces of her. But Isaiah — only three — will barely hold any memory of her love, her voice, her hugs.
We do everything we can to care for them, to protect them, to love them. But nothing… nothing replaces a m*other’s love. They ask about her often, and every time they do, it’s like another cut in our hearts.
G*n V*iolence — A W*ound That Won’t Heal
Jada was taken from us by senseless g*n v*iolence — a crisis that continues to tear families apart. A devoted m*om, a loving daughter, a joyful sister — s*natched from this world far too soon.
There are no words strong enough to describe the p*ain of losing her. We still can’t believe she’s really gone. Her calls, her visits, her laughter… they’re all echoes now.
A Love That Will Never Fade
We are a family of eight. Jada was one of five siblings on our m*other’s side. Her absence feels like a missing puzzle piece we’ll never find again. But we keep going — for her kids, for her memory, for her love.
I know she’d want us to stay strong. She’d want Ayala and Isaiah to grow up surrounded by love, to be cared for, protected, uplifted. Her love for family was bigger than anything, and it continues to be the strength that carries us through each day.
A Message From My Heart to Yours
I share this not only to remember my sister, but to remind us all how fragile life can be. Love your people, every day. Say “I love you” more often. Because tomorrow is never promised.
Jada lives on in our hearts. She is still — and will always be — a beautiful m*other, a cherished sister, and our eternal light. Though she’s no longer here, her love still surrounds this family every single day.
Please keep Jada and her two sweet babies in your prayers. And if you’ve read this far, I’d love to hear your thoughts. Let me know if you felt something through my words — not just for Jada, but as a way to keep her memory alive and share her story the way she deserves. ❤️
