This web site is dedicated to my youngest son.  He was born February 24, 1964 at March AFB in Riverside, California.  He departed this world on March 14, 1985, just a couple of weeks beyond his 21st birthday after drowning in the Detroit River.  When my son left this physical plane, my life became divided into two parts – before he died and after he died (B.D. and A.D.) God knows I was not a very strong person, but I had to become strong in order to survive.  God works in mysterious ways.  There is a gospel song my grandma used to sing, "We'll Understand It Better By and By." I understand that, although he left this plane, he will not only always remain here on earth with me, but I will see him again when I die.  You see, there is not a day, not an hour, not a minute that goes by that I don't miss him and feel his presence. Yet, I would gladly give the rest of my life just to actually see and touch him again were it not for my other children.  But, I did begin to "understand it better by and by," and my greatest blessing and relief is knowing that I will see him again.  Now, on the next pages of this site, I will tell you why I know that.

Nkosane, I will always love you.  You are my heart.  I don't care if I live to be 199 years old.  I will never stop waiting to be reunited with you again.