I lost her when I was six months old from a fatal car accident. She was only 26 when her brakes went out while she was driving. She crashed into a tree and the air bag crushed her ribs. Isn’t it ironic how the one this that’s supposed to save my mom be the reason she is six feet under, leaving her family and three daughters. Still knowing very little about her I was told she was a very happy and loving person. My mom had plans to marry my father in Jamaica in a week after her accident. We were getting ready for the trip when my uncle got the call that, Kim Satterwhite wouldn’t be coming home that day. My dad (a Jamaican) was in Jamaica waiting for his soon-to-be wife, my two sisters and I to arrive, also received a call. Maxe, my father died two weeks later after my mom. He had a boat business, was trafficking drugs from Jamaica to New York. He made enemies in the business. Being that his fiancé just died he wasn’t himself which made him vulnerable and susceptible to food poisoning. The cops found him dead days