My Sister, My Light, My Forever
To know Chizo was to know strength, kindness, and a love that moved with quiet power and fearless fire. She was the kind of woman who made you feel seen—truly seen—not just for who you were in that moment, but for who you could become. Her presence was a warm embrace and a rallying cry all in one.
Chizo was more than a friend. She was a sister, an auntie, and a mother figure—sometimes all at once. She stood like a pillar in so many lives, grounding us when the winds of life tried to shake us. With a deep sense of family that transcended bloodlines, she opened her heart and made space for everyone. And in that space, we found love, laughter, and safety.
To me, Chizo was a light, a fire, and truly—a force to be reckoned with. I’m so happy, so deeply grateful, to have met her and to have shared time in her orbit. She reminded us not only to love, but to love boldly, to love authentically, to love out loud. That was her gift to the world, and it’s a lesson I’ll carry forward with pride.
Chizo lived out loud, loved without limits, and left behind a legacy that will echo in every life she touched. She was—and always will be—one of the greats.