Walking with our bare feet in the hot Miami sand, as a family we’d shared so many beautiful moments on the shore.
With my husband Patrice and our children Steven, now 23, Michael, now 21, and Jennifer, now 19, always resorting to the beach, Patrice loved the ocean in particular.
‘You know, when we are old and grey, I don’t want to be in a box – we can be cremated together and spread over the water,’ Patrice would joke ever since we tied the knot in 1997.
Only, coming together as a family and showing one another the biggest amount of love that we could became of greater importance to us in late 2014.
‘They’ve seen something in the MRI and they think it’s cancer, they are not letting me leave,’ Patrice called on 5 December 2014.
‘What are you talking about?’ I said, confused.
Being super active, working as a musician, sound engineer and then a
