"Hey Eileen, did you hear what happened to Reginald?"
"No, what?" "He crashed his bike, he's in the hospital" I remember it like it was yesterday. October 22 2011, the day my life changed forever. I remember rushing to get myself and my baby ready, and saying a prayer as I sat outside waiting for a ride, rushing to the hospital finding out he was in the ER. As I heard the doctors ask for me by name I let out a sigh of relief. He was ok! He was asking for me!!The doctors introduced themselves and walked me to the back where they proceeded to ask me how much I knew. "How much did I know?" "What was there to know?!" I thought. The rest became a slow bur. They explained to me how they did everything they could and all I could manage to blurt out was "Is he dead?!" The doctors apologized.... What was I going to do? How could I raise a baby alone? Was this some sick joke?? Certainly God wasnt going to take my baby's father away from her just 3 days after she turned 4 months. There had to be some type of mistake, they had to save him.From then on, it all happened so quickly. After briefly blacking out, I was allowed to see him. There lay the man I love covered up to his neck in a white sheet, his teeth still hugging a breathing tube. Lifeless. How could this be happening? I prayed for a miracle and I begged him not to leave us, but it was much too late for any miracle.Within the next few weeks reality started to sink in. I was 22 years old, homeless, jobless, carless and to top it all off I had to process the fact that I would now be a single mother. I started a new job full time just 3 days after the accident. I was sent home after a week because my boss wanted to give me time to grieve. It was the worst few weeks of my life though. I slept at different peoples houses, caught buses, asked for rides and everywhere I went, I had an overnight bag in tow. At times I completely felt useless.I tried so hard to battle the emotions that came with losing the father of my child and everything else for that matter. But I soon realized that it was a burden I couldn't carry on my own. I was broken. I began to stay with my brother but he had a substance abuse problem and often brought random people to the house. My daughters godmother realized the danger I was putting our lives in and offered us to share her room with her at her mothers house. Few days later, I had gotten a call to go back to work and she also offered to drive me to work everyday. I've never been the religious type, but I found a soothing sensation when i began to pray. I started attending church on Tuesdays and I slowly began to let go of the pain and accept that this was part of my story. This was what God planned for me and surely, if He brought me to it he would get me through it. I started lookin for more positive ways to channel my energy. I vowed to never let my daughter see me break, so within months I saved enough money to put a down payment for a car and weeks after that, I was able to get a small place for me and the baby.Its been almost 4 years and it feels like yesterday ....I now drive a 2015 car, finished school, work full time, provide for my daughter and have plans to go back to school in january. When people ask me how I did it, how I survived it all, the answer is always the same.... GOD did it. He put every piece of me back in place and carried me when i was too defeated to carry myself. Because of HIM, I now know that no matter how dark today may seem, there is ALWAYS a brighter day lying ahead.