Me and Randie

We weren’t just mother and daughter—we were teammates. We worked out together, pushing each other to keep going when one of us wanted to quit. We cooked together, turning the kitchen into our therapy sessions—where we laughed, cried, danced, and made magic in those pots and pans. We spoke every single day. And most days? We didn’t just talk—we saw each other. It wasn’t enough to text or call; we wanted to be in the same space, breathing the same air, sharing the same energy.