HARD TO SAY GOODBYE

It's been almost 2 months since my last post and that's because the unimaginable occurred.

On Tuesday, April 22, 2014 my father passed away in the city he was born and raised,  Mirebalais, Haiti. Needless to say, I was devastated. It's a pain I could have never prepared for nor describe. What I do know is that it shattered the depths of my soul and it's still hard to believe that I will never see him again.

In the midst of my grief, family drama ensued, which almost stopped me from going to Haiti but in the end, with God's grace, everything fell into the place the way that it was meant to. Without the unwavering support of my family, my loving boyfriend, amazing friends, coworkers, and of course my faith in God, I could not have made it through this experience with my sanity in tact. Today I am at peace and feel confident that my father rests well and is with me in spirit. 

Below is a snap shot of my experience.

Haiti is such a beautiful and magical place. The spirit of the people exudes resilience and unyielding pride. I hate that it took me 18 years to go back but I will never allow that much time to pass before I return. It was so great to see old friends and family, even met some amazing new ones.

Having the opportunity to explore the streets my father walked daily and hear the amazing stories about the loving and giving man that he was made me feel even more proud to be his little girl.

Forever and always.