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I was a 6th grader; my grandma was coming to live with my family and me. I was strong in my faith with the Lord at this moment.

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I was 15, almost 16 when my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer. At this point I was still very strong in my faith; I just knew God would get us through this rough time.

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My faith started to slip through the cracks when I realized that my grandmother wasn't going to get any better.

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By this time my faith was pretty bad. I was watching my grandmother decline rapidly in hospice. Knowing that I could not do anything about it, I still felt like I could have done more when she lived with me.

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Unfortunately, at the end of November, my grandmother passed away. I was absolutely devastated; my faith went down the drain very quickly. I was lost, as lost could be, I was just trying to make it through each day.

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My faith had improved a ton! Finally stopped blaming myself for the way things happened with my grandmother. Well, little did I know that my uncle would become very sick very quick.

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It was the middle of June, I receive a phone call from my aunt, and she tells me that my uncle is in the hospital and doesn't have much longer to live. Instantly my faith slips again.

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Today was the day that I circled the drain even worse than last time. My sweet uncle had passed away. It hurt more to hear that he had passed, than it did to hear that my grandmother had passed.

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I had been working really hard to improve my faith and restore the relationship I once had with the Lord. My faith had changed so much that I decided to be baptized, on April 6, 2025. My mom, dad and I were baptized at the church that helped to restore the faith I once had.