Her kindness was her legacy. Her love lives on in us.
My mom, Stephanie Jones — known to many as "Stefy J" — passed away after a tragic house fire. I had to make the hardest decision of my life: to let her go peacefully. But the truth is, she never left us — because what she gave to this world is still moving, still shining, still saving people.
Stefy J was the kind of woman who would give you the shirt off her back, feed you when you were hungry, or let you stay under her roof when you had nowhere else to go. She didn't need to know you well — she just needed to know you were in need.
She was a mother to many. A protector. A friend. A quiet hero in a loud world.
"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain
I'm sharing her story because I want her legacy to keep going. If she ever helped you, or if you've ever known someone like her, I'm asking you to carry that energy forward. Be the one who shows up. Be the one who feeds, shelters, listens, and loves. Be someone's safe place.
That's how we keep her spirit alive. That's how we Live Like Stefy J.
Share a story. Help someone in need. Be kind when it costs you something.
Do it in her name. Do it from the heart. 💛
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