Prior to my dads fall in 01, he suffered from depression and addiction which led me on my high school lunch break to find him homeless...
A story for years I never shared. Shame maybe embarrassment most definitely. BUT he's a human being whom made choices and suffered from them. As do each and every one of us homeless or not.
That day defined what is now my passion, my movement and most importantly my voice. To be recognized by a women who I've now seen at 3 differnt camps who calls me "her Karly".
To this key, which Tamara Fraser brought me to tears with. So blessed and fortunate to be supported without questions. To be heard loud and clear and to most importantly fight for my dads honor.
This key was engraved by someone who knows the struggle and I wear it for them!! Love you Tam!