This past weekend marked the two year anniversary since my youngest son, Justin passed away. It was difficult…which was no surprise. I expected that. God is the only one who really understands the depth of my pain…or the pain of anyone who is going through . The grieving process is so personal…so individualized. We may both be separated by death from a child or other loved one but your journey through grief is not necessary the same path that I take. And guess what? That’s Ok.
However, for me, it is a beautiful thing to have love, support and encouragement from others; to know that I matter to you and how I feel matters even though you don’t really understand what I’m going through or the depth of it. Donavan, my oldest son, was here with me and two of Justin’s friends Richard and Ephriam along with the prayers and support of other family members, co-workers and friends.
I had a thought for and ‘in memory’ of project. The thought became a prayer, which became a written plan, which became The Justin’s Way Project, which became my mission to accomplish and God blessed it all. The JW project was inspired by memories of Justin…how he gave his coat away to a homeless lady in Huntsville…shared funds with others in need….marched in Montgomery against Alabama’s HB 56 law which for one would separate immigrant parents from their children. I was inspired to reach out to Daphine Tedder at The Manna House. This local soup kitchen is open 5 days a week to assist the homeless and needy by providing breakfast and lunch. By God’s Grace and with help from many of you and in a short time period, I was able to raise and present over $700.00 to The Manna House! To God Be The Glory!! 
Vanessa and Daphine Donavan, Daphine and Vanessa 
From the center-clockwise: Vanessa, Richard, Donavan and Ephriam
From Nightfall to Morning Light 