It is with the heaviest of hearts that I share we have suffered another unimaginable loss. Just yesterday, our beloved Aunt Gloria Wallace—my mother’s sister—was tragically taken from us in a fatal car accident in Barbour County.

It is with the heaviest of hearts that I share we have suffered another unimaginable loss. Just yesterday, our beloved Aunt Gloria Wallace—my mother’s sister—was tragically taken from us in a fatal car accident in Barbour County. There are no words to fully express the pain and shock that has overcome our family. As if the wound from losing my dear mother just this past April wasn’t already so deep, now we are grieving the passing of her sister—my aunt, my second mom, and my life teacher.

Aunt Gloria wasn’t just a relative; she was an anchor in my life. I lived with her during parts of my childhood, and it was under her loving care that I learned the simplest yet most beautiful skills that shaped who I am today. She taught me how to cross-stitch, how to sew with intention, how to crochet with patience—and in those quiet, gentle lessons, she was also teaching me how to live. She had a way of sharing wisdom without preaching. She showed grace in the way she handled hardships, and warmth in every room she entered. She loved deeply and gave generously—especially of her time and her heart.

Adding to this heartbreak, Aunt Gloria wasn’t alone in the vehicle. Chloe, my mother’s cherished furbaby, was with her. Chloe, who brought so much joy and comfort, especially after my mother’s passing, also lost her life in the accident. It’s a double blow that feels almost too much to bear.

Please, I ask for your prayers—not just for me, but especially for my Uncle Billy Wallace, who is now facing a life without his soulmate. Pray for their daughters, my cousins, Charity Miller and Christina Wallace Grace, and for their husbands who have stood beside them through joy and now sorrow. Lift up their grandchildren—Jake Grace, Hope Perdue, Reese Miller, Makenzie Miller—and the great-grandchildren, who now have a guardian angel they may never have truly known, but whose legacy will surround them with love always.

It’s so easy in the routine of our lives to take each other for granted. But in moments like this, we are reminded just how fragile life is. None of us are promised even today. So, hug your loved ones a little tighter. Make the call you’ve been meaning to. Say the things that need to be said.

Even in my grief, I find a quiet peace knowing that Aunt Gloria is now reunited with my mother, their sister Aunt Dorothy Holland, and their parents. I smile imagining the three sisters together again—probably already up to something, laughing, dancing, catching up on all the time they lost. Heaven just became a little livelier with those three reunited.

Thank you to everyone who has reached out with messages, prayers, and support. Your love means more than you’ll ever know. Please continue to pray for peace that surpasses understanding as we walk through yet another valley. May Aunt Gloria’s beautiful soul rest in eternal peace—and may we honor her legacy by living with the same compassion, strength, and quiet grace she showed us every day