I can't begin to express the devastation of learning of Kita's passing. I can't say anything that has not  already been expressed. Kita is truly missed I have cried and cried until I can't cry any more. Tears can never express how much I will miss our I beloved Kita just let the record show I was granted and blessed with the opportunity to know, laugh, talk and spend time  with truly with one of God's greatest Angels. Kita you are truly missed . Mr.& Mrs. Guy and Lori I will always keep you in my heart and prayers and I pray you will do the same.

This is Vanquita’s Story of Courage …. My name is Vanquita Fagan, and I am a breast cancer survivor.  Wow at 37, I never thought I would have a story, but everyone has a story to tell.  I truly feel my journey is not unique.  Unfortunately, I am one of many individuals who have experienced the wrath of cancer.  I was diagnosed on April 26, 2007.  My daughter was 7 months old, and I still felt like a newlywed.  Life was busy.  I worked full-time while trying to balance the roles of wife, mother, daughter, sister, etc.  I remember the day I was diagnosed like it was yesterday.  I was breast feeding my daughter at the time when the amount of milk I produced drastically decreased.  The result was stage 0 cancer in my right breast.  I was diagnosed with ductal carcinoma insitu.  I was shocked but not devastated.  I attended midweek church service the same day I was diagnosed.  Instead of pulling away and isolating myself, I welcomed as many people as possible.  Cancer became a part of me, and I wasn't afraid to share it.   I firmly believe God didn't give me more than I can bear.  I accepted my lot at that stage in my life.  My husband was there every step of the way.  He believed and had hope when cancer had almost zapped my spirit.  I survived the surgeries and received a great report card.  Then six months later the cancer was back and had metastasized to my liver.  I currently have four tumors in my liver, and am taking chemotherapy orally.  On this journey I have decided to give all of my time and energy to focusing on the good that cancer brought to my life.  I am home every day with my daughter.  My family gets the best of me instead of the leftovers, and my faith -- well it is in a far better place than where it began.  All in all life is good. This is the last Journal from Lori.. Vanquita’s “Kita” sister Kita died at 4:21 this morning. I think it is fitting that my beloved sister took her last breath on Sept. 11 -- a day on which we honor the courage of so many people and call everyone in our country to be a servant.  My sister was a simple woman who loved to serve -- her family, her friends, her parents, her husband, her sister and most definitely her precious little pumpkin.The shock has not set in that I must find a way to go on now that my greatest cheerleader, friend, coach and confidante is gone.  The only thing that brings my parents, brother-in-law and me peace in this darkest of moments is that Kita has fought the good fight and finished the race.  She has now entered eternal rest and taken her place among the heavenly choir.  Any of those who know Kita knows that she loved to decorate.  A few hours before she died, my mom heard her asking someone to "move the moon over."  I imagine she must have said that just before she heard God say, "Well done, my good and faithful servant."  Obviously, Kita felt right at home since she was trying to re-decorate heaven.