This page is dedicated to my loving and supportive husband for 35 years, Paul A. Williams, Sr., who is the epitome of an honest God-fearing man. I love you dearly sweetheart!

“My one, out of two million man!”

I often wonder, “Where would I be today without God, and my one, out of two million man?” That's the phrase I lovingly use sometimes when referring to my beloved husband for 35 years, Paul A. Williams, Sr., (58). He really is an exceptional husband, and the true essence of a real man. As I reflect back to when we first started dating, I vividly remember that I foolishly tried to push him away from pursuing me. Thankfully, God had predestined us to be together. Although we were associated with the same church organization since childhood, to be honest I never noticed he existed. Fortunately, one night after a church service in Miami, Florida, Paul and I started talking. He said, "I can't say that I love you now, but I believe I could easily fall in love with you." For some reason the honesty of those words really penetrated to my heart because I was so familiar with men saying, "Baby I love you," after we’d just met. So, it was refreshing to finally hear a man be honest about his feelings. From that night on, we began dating; remembering I remember I was 17 and Paul was 21 years old. At that time, I was dealing with some very serious issues that caused me to be in an extremely confused state of mind. So consequently because of my inner conflicts, I desperately tried to push Paul away. I felt that I didn't want him to waste his love on me. But bless God, Paul wouldn't go away! Even though he lived in Miami, and I lived in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, during the two years that we dated, Paul probably missed about five days visiting me. He was so convinced that I was created just for him. There were so many days that he just allowed me to cry like a baby in his arms, while trying to overcome my pain and despair. Sometimes he even cried with me, but still he wouldn't stop coming, and I had no idea that God sent me an angel to rescue me from my inner turmoil. Paul told me several times that he didn't understand why he couldn't give up on me, especially since he knew there were many women that would've gladly accepted his love. But what God has for me, it is for me! Therefore he blessed Paul to be very patient, determined, and so understanding and attentive to my every need, that eventually he gently, but lovingly pulled me out of that awfully dark place, and into his strong arms of protection. Finally we were married on August 17, 1974, and ever since then I can't imagine being with any other man besides my Paul. He's one of the most caring, trustworthy, loving, and committed men that I know, and everyone that knows him well enough feels the same way. Even my mother, who officially moved in with us after our son died, declares that there's no way I could ask for a better husband than Paul. She adores him, and he's crazy about her. He tries to attend to her every desire, if possible. If he even thinks she wants something, (e.g. her favorite Butter Pecan frozen yogurt.) at 2 o' clock in the morning, he'll gladly go to the store and get it for her. He'll quickly do the same for me also. All of his family and mine feel well assured that if they can't depend on anyone else, they can always depend on Paul being there for whatever and whenever. He's been that way since day one because that's just his true character. Several times I've heard my nephews tell him that he's their role model because he's the only man that they honestly believe when he say he's never, ever cheated on his wife. They hope to say the same thing one of these days. Sometimes I hear them teasing him about it, but Paul takes it in stride because he knows they're just having fun. He loves to tell me, "honey you're so beautiful,” even when I feel as if I look my very worst. So one day I asked him, “How can you say that I'm beautiful when I'm looking so terrible with hair rollers in my hair, and this big house dress, etc.?”  He responded saying, "Honey you're always beautiful to me, and I'm not just talking about your outside beauty, but you're especially beautiful on the inside where it counts the most!" That's why I call Paul my “one, out of two million man!” To God be the Glory!

Paul, you gently but lovingly pulled me out of that awfully dark place, and into your strong arms of protection.

I’m a reflection of my mother’s love!

This page is dedicated to my phenomenal mother, who is lovingly known as mother Doris Hunter. You are absolutely the best mother in the world!

I feel tremendously blessed and highly favored by God for allowing me to have the ‘World's Greatest Mother.’ She's lovingly known as our church organization's National Mother. Her name is Mother Doris Hunter, and she's 73 years old. She's the most spiritual, wisest, and strongest woman I know. She really is a tower of strength. She has a God-Given gift to divinely “mother” anyone in need and, she has numerous people who declare that she's their adoptive mother. Many literally depend on her and God, of course for sustainable strength, encouragement, and counseling. Everyone that really knows her realizes that she's an excellent confidante. And I'm a witness that when anyone confides in her, the only one she tells is God. When anyone is sick, they know they can depend on Mother Hunter being there. Whatever their needs are, she'll try her utmost to meet them. Even in the midst of total chaos, she's a tower of calming strength. She doesn’t even realize it, but her heart is constantly reaching out to anyone in need of mothering. It happens naturally because that's just part of her true purpose. She's a woman of superb character! She’s also a woman of integrity and class. I'm 54 years old and I've never seen, nor heard of her acting out of character with anyone, although she's had plenty of opportunities. She's a phenomenal mother to all, and I'm so proud to say that she's my mother, my mentor, and my hero. Because of her, I truly believe that I'm a reflection of my mother's unconditional love. Nothing is comparable to a real mother's love! 

MOTHER, YOU ARE A PRICELESS JEWEL!

Who Am I? I am a reflection of my God-given family's bloodline, for they are rooted deep inside of me, even in the core of my DNA. Truly, God and my family is my lifeline, and each and every one of them shares their individual connections within my heart and soul. Unfortunately when our love ones die, nothing and no one can replace that sacred connection within our being. For example, when my father, my sister, and my brother died, each of their deaths was life- shattering, traumatically sudden deaths, especially since we have such a close-knit family bond. Although I loved them all the same, and their deaths were equally devastating, they all had their own distinct grieving characteristics. So I realized that although you may have lost your father the same way that I lost my father, none of us grieve the same way, because we all have our very own unique personalities. Grief is as diverse as our DNA makeup, although in a lot of ways it's universally the same. Let me tell you, out of all the agony I've endured during the deaths of each of my love ones, it all pales in comparison to the relentless pain and horror I've experienced since the death of our precious son Andre. Those were the worst days of my entire life! It's grief at its highest level! Since Andre's death, I've had several people say, “I know exactly how you feel, because when my father, or my brother or sister died, I felt the same way you do.”  Although I never told them this, as much as we love them, there's no way to compare losing a sister, brother or even a father to losing a child, that was birthed out of your body, nourished from your bloodstream, and connected to your soul!  Although I'm a witness that it certainly by no means diminishes the depth or extent of their grief. Howbeit, I'm also a witness that when your child dies, you feel as though a part of your heart has literally been snatched out of you, and nothing in this life can totally replace it! Nevertheless, I'm persuaded that God gives us a reserve supply of strength that we don't even realize we possess, until we need it. I also believe that there are many situations that we all face wherein we may only need a quarter of a tank of our reserve strength in order to survive. On the hand, sometimes we all encounter insurmountable trials such as losing a loved one; especially a child, whereas we not only need our reserve tanks filled, but we need an overflow of our reserve supply just to sustain us on a day to day basis. Ultimately, God is the only one that knows exactly how much we need, and when we need it the most. He will never, ever put more on us than we can bear! So we must fully trust that he knows what's best for us, and truly believe that through God, we are more than conquerors! I thank God that my family's bloodline is my God-given inheritance! I absolutely love each and every one of you!

Isn't she beautiful? This is my gorgeous mother-in-law, Alma B. Williams. She is an unbelievably feisty 94 year old woman of integrity!  She still wears her stylish high heel pumps, even some with ankle straps! She wears her boots, her makeup, and her different hair styles and colors! She loves to dress in her many beautiful classy outfits, and her only real health problem is an occasional allergy. Although she lives in Georgia, she's still able to travel to Florida and Philadelphia to visit her children. Needless to say, she's a very inspirational woman to countless people. Thank God she and I have a very close relationship, and she knows we love her dearly!

We Are A Family Of Love!

I am so thankful and proud to say that this is my devoted brother/father figure/Pastor - Bishop Joseph B. Hunter, and his glamorous wife, Evangelist Cynthia D. Hunter. He's the pastor of a beautiful church in Miami, Florida called Holy Temple # 4. They really are two of the most loving, genuinely caring, and truly peace-oriented people that I know. Honestly, I've never seen a pastor and his wife as dedicated to their membership as they are. I'm not just saying that because he's my brother, but it is the absolute truth. Although they live in Fort Lauderdale, and most of their members live in Miami, whenever their members are sick, have death in their family, or call for their assistance or guidance, they're both there in person to attend to their needs, even if it's 2,3, or 4 o' clock in the morning. They are there because they have a true passion for their ministry! I'm so grateful that there are no hidden agendas; they just have a genuine love and concern for the well being of the people. They literally make themselves available 24/7! They are an amazing couple; highly anointed by God, and of course whenever a crisis occurs within the family, they're the first ones we all call upon for prayer and encouragement. We know we can always lean on them for strength and support. When our son Andre was alive, they were like his second parents. He referred to their house as his other house, and he'd jokingly, but seriously tell them that they need to give him a key to their house, so whenever he came there and no one was home, he wouldn't have to wait outside. He was the main drummer for their church, and they actually accepted Andre as though he was their real blood child. God really blessed them to have an extra special bond that surpassed the ordinary uncle/auntie/cousin relationship. So consequently when Andre died, their grief process was just as traumatic and devastating as it could possibly get; as if he was actually birthed within their immediate household family. Even now, they feel as though there's a missing link in their household.  Certainly they've been a tremendous support throughout our ordeal, especially since their pain was almost as deep as our pain. They really can relate to a lot of our heartache. Now on the left side is a much younger photo of them with their three beautiful children. Their son, Minister Todrick Hunter, who is one of the best bass guitar players I've ever heard! Besides playing at his Dad's church, where he’s the Minister of Music, he's also the main bass player for the head of the Miami/Dade NAACP chapter, Bishop Victor Curry's church in Miami called New Birth Baptist Church. Then there's their oldest beautiful daughter, Zondre Frazier, and her husband, Elder Micheal Frazier, and their kids, Micheal, Jr. and Trinity, (They're both sitting in granddad's lap.) She's a songstress, songwriter, and leader of the Praise Team. Last, but certainly not least is the lovely Sherran Harris, and her husband, Deacon Micheal Harris, with their two kids, Mashay and Zachius Harris. She's one of the lead songstresses at her dad's church. Although they're grown and have their own families now, they're all deeply committed to their dad's ministry. I'm so thrilled to know that my brother, Bishop Hunter, not only preaches the word, but more importantly he lives what he preaches about! To God be the Glory!

This is my handsome baby brother, Minister Ronald Hunter, lovingly referred to as the family clown, and his gorgeous wife, Karol Hunter. Although Ronald loves to joke and have fun with everyone, when it comes to God, he's very serious. He has a special gift to inspire and minister to others. He's an awesome speaker, and he and his wife has a really beautiful relationship with each other. They have four lovely children, Ronald, Jr.(left side, back row), Ashley, Emmanuel, and Jacquan, the youngest."I love you lil brother and sis."

Look at my beautiful sister, Missionary Christola Grice-Hunter, and her precious family. Since my sister and I are only three years apart, me being the oldest, people would frequently ask if we were twins when we were growing up. We never could understand why. I was always known as the shy, quiet, easygoing sister, and Christola, as well as my oldest sister, Jacquelyn (deceased) were the bold, outspoken sisters that would take on a challenge to fight in a heartbeat. I was the scary one that always called on them to fight my battles. Certainly we've all had our share of problems throughout our lives. Realistically speaking, every human being that lives will have their share of ups and downs. There's no way to avoid it. Unfortunately my sister Christola always seems to have more downs than ups! Since her childhood days she's had to endure more hardships and battles than almost anyone that I personally know of. She really feels that every day of her life she's literally had to fight for her survival, spiritually, emotionally, financially, mentally, and many times even physically. But because God has divinely prepared her by supplying her with an overflow of his reserved strength, she's more than a conqueror today! The fact that her son, Durran was the driver and the only survivor of the crash that killed Morgan, Deshawn, and our son Andre, naturally caused a lot of people to treat her and her family strangely. Most of them didn't consider that her family was just as devastated as we were, in a sense. I know that I wouldn't wish my pain on my worst enemy, as the cliche goes. On the other hand, I wouldn't wish their pain on my worst enemy either. I can't imagine having to live the rest of my life remembering that I'm ultimately responsible for the accidental deaths of three of my favorite people, and there's nothing I can do to change that fact! Yes, I realize that a lot of people are saying that at least she has her son with her, and thank God that's true, because it would've been even more tragic if all four guys would have died. Certainly there's no comparison between the pain in either case, and none of us can fully understand why God allowed such an extreme tragedy to occur. However, I do know that instead of it splitting our family apart, like so many people expected, God formed an even closer relationship within our family. Indeed my mom and my sister are my very best friends, and I know I can lean and depend on them 24/7. I personally feel that God has blessed me with one of the best families in the world!