Tomorrow marks my mother's birthday, and the depth of my longing for her is profound. Yvound Williams, the remarkable woman chosen by God to bring forth an extraordinary individual—one who often walked alone, without friends or family, existing solely to fulfill the purpose God envisioned. My mother was a beacon of light and hope for many.

I vividly recall her homegoing service in Rosedale, Mississippi. The entire town came to a standstill; it was so crowded that speakers had to be placed outside for everyone to hear. Such was the magnitude of her impact. Later, her body was flown to Las Vegas, where people gathered from near and far to pay their respects.

I admired her strength—resilient in many areas, yet vulnerable when it came to love. I pray I do not repeat that aspect of her life. God knows. Happy heavenly birthday, Mom. Thank you for everything.