My name is Lorie May, and this beautiful little girl is Kiyana, my stepdaughter. Two years ago this little angel walked into my life, and from the moment we met there was something special between us. She filled our house with complete joy, love and happiness. Memories that will have to last us a lifetime.
Oct 23, 2016 that life was shattered by a phone call that every parent fears. Gerald, Kiyana’s dad, answered the call. In a voice full of agony, I heard him scream “WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE DIDN’T MAKE IT”. I still hear those words so clearly. At that moment I felt the extreme pain of a broken heart, but somehow I had to pull strength from deep inside me so I could be there for my other love; Gerald.
Gerald is dealing with his grief through music, which has always been his lifeline through difficult times in his life. For me, the grief is debilitating, and I am desperate to find my way through this. I know Kiyana would want me to happy, and I want the world to share in the love we had for each other.
I was more than just a stepmom, and she was more than just a stepdaughter. My daughter, said it perfectly; “there was no “step” in the way my mom loved Kiyana”. Being a stepmom is a special honor, but when you lose a stepchild you not only lose them physically, but you lose your identity as a parent. There are no legal rights, you’re alienated from decisions, and your love for them is understated. The perception is that grief should be less because you are a stepmom. Kiyana was much more than a child that I inherited through Gerald, she was part of me. I am a better person because of her. She is my daughter, and I was her mom forever; point blank. My pain is real, and losing her has changed my life forever. “Baby Girl” How will we (I) ever live without you?