My son was murdered. During this time, I did t see the sun come up or the day change into night. I did t see the leaves change colors and fall from the trees, r did I see the daffodils poke through the spring soil. I did t feel summer's basking heat or winter's frigid cold. These actions that prove life is in progress ceased for me except for one essential thing: my heart continued pumping blood to all the parts of my body, though I willed it to stop. As a matter of fact, that's how life went on for over fifteen years. After the untimely death of her son, author and music artist Rikki McNeil began to ride an emotional roller coaster that constantly dipped her into the pit of despair. She began to fall into deep depression until the good Lord came along at just the right time-His timing is always perfect-and blessed her life in all the right ways. Delve into Grace Notes and discover how Rikki overcame years of grief and rose to where she is today. Rikki is alive, t because she overcame her heartache after fifteen years, but because Christ commanded her to live.