Honey was 24 years old and my only child. September 19 she and her boyfriend Tony came to visit. She looked exceptionally beautiful and very excited. She handed me a card which read 6:00 pm. When I asked her what that meant she said " This time mother, is the exact time, Tony asked me to marry him". I screamed and hugged her. I cried as my husband ran to the store to purchase film and champagne for our celebration. We jumped into plans for a huge engagement party. We shopped for an engagement dress (a gift from her aunt Grace).

We spent hours at the printers picking out just the right invitations and they were mailed off. This wonderful event was scheduled for Saturday October 21. Honey radiated with beauty and excitement. She was a petite 5 foot, 110 pounds, long dark hair and big brown eyes and a smile that could melt the hardest of hearts.

Thursday, October 5, Honey and a girlfriend drove to Colorado to participate in a friends wedding. They were due back Sunday evening.

Sunday, October 8 at 6:00am the doorbell rang. My husband opend the door expecting to greet the lanscapers (preparation for Honey's party). Tony entered my bedroom with tears streaming down his face. He came to my bedside, put his arms around me and said between midnight and 1:00 am Honey had been in a one-vehicle accident - the car rolled four times. Honey was killed instantly. I nodded that he was mistaken and had had a bad dream. I turned to my husband (he was also crying) and asked him to please tell Tony it was a nightmare and everything would be fine once Honey came home that evening. My husband helped me with my robe and silently walked me into the kitchen where three police officers were standing next to Tony's parents. My heart dropped and I went into shock.

To say Honey was my life would be an understatement. She was my world. I was nineteen when I gave birth to Honey. We grew up together and we loved each other dearly. We spoke daily and would get together on weekends for long lunches where she would tell me all her dreams and goals. At the time of her death she worked for a prestigious law firm here in Phoenix, while attending college working toward her law degree. She rooted for the underdog and lamented on the injustice in the world. And by God, she was going to change that.

My life's very sad and lonely without her. I smile when I think of the ruckus she would have stirred in this world. Not a day goes by that I don't thank the Lord for bringing this angel into my life. I give thanks for all that she taught me. Most of all I'm grateful for the experience of ' Honey '. For the greatest, sweetest love that propels me daily toward the day when we once again will be together, never ever to part again.

" Sometimes you know an angel only by the miracles she leaves blossoming in her path after she is gone".