After losing everyone she cared about, G.S began to experience an emotional and mental breakdown. One day while channel surfing, a Christian program about changed lives caught her attention. G.S. prayed to God that day, and her life began to change too. Now her dream is to bring hope to those who are broken down like she was.
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Broken Down to Bring Hope
I'd like to share my dream with you. It's kind of a long story, so bear with me. And just a warning—it gets bad before it gets better. But it does get better!My Background
I don't have any brothers or sisters. I'm an only child. I don't have, and really never have had, a relationship with my dad.I was raised by my grandparents. My grandfather died of cancer in 1991 and my grandmother died of cancer in 1998. I'm currently 30 years old.
At the time my grandmother died I was 22 years old. I also got married that year. My grandmother's dying wish was to see me get married, so I was thankful it came true. She was "old school," and basically thought that she could rest easy dying with cancer, yet knowing there would be someone to take care of me when she was gone.
I got married in February of '98 and my grandmother died that November. However, my marriage didn't last. By early '99 we were separated. Though we were best of friends, we weren't in love and both of us agreed that getting a divorce was the best thing to do. We are still friends today.
Beginning to Break Down
In 2003 a close aunt of mine died. In 2004 my mom died. Then in 2005 a close uncle of mine died. It suddenly seemed like my whole family had died off instantly.Now I only have one remaining blood family member that I'm close too—my aunt in Virginia.
I think my mom's death hit me the hardest. Because my grandparents raised me, I never really got to spend much time with her, certainly not as much as I would have liked. I feel like there was so much left unsaid between us. I know she loved me, and she knew I loved her, but when she died it felt like I never got to say goodbye.
There were so many years I didn't get to spend with her, so many lost years. Mom sent me to live with my grandparents when I was around 11. My relationship with her didn't pick back up again until I was about 20 years old.
After my mom died I was very sad for a long time. I spent most nights crying. I always thought we'd have time to get to know each other and make up for the time we'd lost. But in 2004 I got a phone call that she'd gone into a coma. I immediately went to be with her, and I spent the next months at her deathbed. There, while she was dying, I finally got the courage to tell her all the things I had wanted to. Life is funny like that. Mom never came out of that coma and died a few months later.
