This memorial website was created in the memory of our loved ones, Jessica Jean Phelps who was born in Virginia on July 24,1986 and passed away on September 2, 2009 at the age of 23. Her son Gregory David Phelps born September 2, 2009 and passed away September 2, 2009. We will remember you both forever. We love & miss you both so very much. You are now sleeping peacefully in God's Loving Arms every night. Sleep peacefully until we can be together again.
About Jessica and Her Illness
Jessica is my Angel, a very sweet, loving, caring person. She would be there for anyone who had a problem or just needed someone to talk to. She was always there for her friends and family. She did exceptionally well in school and made good grades. She had talent like I have never seen before. She could sit down and write poetry and they were the greatest poems I have ever read. She had one of her poems published when she was younger. She also had a gift for drawing. She could draw anything. Jessica's life wasn't easy. At the age of 13 she fell in with the wrong crowd at school. She started skipping school, doing drugs here and there, her grades went down and she showed no interest in anything anymore. She started running away from home and would be gone days at a time. At the age of 16, she ran away and we didn't hear from her for 2 years. When we did hear from her, she was in trouble and spent 9 months in a Texas jail. When she was released from jail, she came back home and we thought she was going to finally get her life together. It didn't happen. She went right back to the lifestyle she was living. Jessica was real big into the drug scene. Her drug of choice was crack. She did anything out there but crack was her major problem. We did everything in our power to help her. but she just kept rebelling against us, nothing worked. To her she didn't have a problem and could quit anytime she wanted. She had been doing drugs for many years. She is only 23 years old and was 14 weeks pregnant with her 2nd. son. My husband & I have adopted her first son Justin, he's now 3 years old. Such a delightful little boy. Jessica developed Hepatitis C. She knew she had it but would not get medical treatment. She thought she was invincable and nothing could hurt her. Boy was she wrong. Around the middle of August 2009, her then boyfriend came home for lunch and found her in the floor, unresponsive. He called EMS and they took her to the nearest hospital. They diagnosed her yet again with Hepatits C. She was totally out of it for a couple days, and then she came around. She was awake, alert and talking to us. We thought great, she's going to be ok. Then we were slapped in the face with the news that she would not be ok. Her liver was failing. They transfered her to MCV Hospital here in Va. MCV has the most updated equipment and better doctors to handle a case like this. She was in the hospital for about 3 weeks total. MCV ran all kinds of test, tried all types of different drugs to help her. Nothing was working. The doctors informed us that her condition was getting worse and worse as every day passed. A couple days before she passed, they advised us to gather the family because now not only was her liver failing, but her kidneys were shutting down and so was her lungs. There was no hope of recovery. We had prayers and more prayers going for her. About 10-15 people surrounded her bed and prayed like we had never prayed before. September 1, 2009 she basically went out of it again. She was no longer awake, no longer responding. In the wee hours of the morning on September 2, 2009, I was informed that she was in the process of having a miscarriage. She lost her 2nd. son, Gregory. Then a few hours later at 4:20 am, we lost her. I was so angry with God for taking my baby girl. She is my only daughter. I yelled at God, cursed him. Man, I called him every name in the book and then made up some other names to call him. I disowned him totally. I wanted nothing to do with a God that would let something like this happen. Not only loosing my daughter, but a grandson was more than I could bear. After she lost her son, the doctors were kind enough to let me hold him for a while. Once I had this precious tiny little boy in my hands, I gave him the name she wanted him to have, Gregory David Phelps. Named after her Daddy, David. Jessica and Gregory were my Angels here on Earth, but now they are sleeping preacefully in God's Loving Arms. I am so glad that God chose me to be her mother and Gregory's MeMe. I now know that God wasn't a bad God. He did what he knew was the best thing for her. She is no longer doing drugs, she's no longer sick. They are smiling down on me and watching me every day. Not a day goes by that I don't talk to them and tell them just how much I love and miss them.
If you know anyone who is doing drugs and think that nothing will happen to them, please have them read this.
DRUGS CAN AND WILL KILL YOU. WE'RE LIVING PROOF THAT THEY DO. YOU ARE NOT INVINCABLE. IF YOU ARE USING DRUGS AND READING THIS, PLEASE TAKE THIS STORY TO HEART. IF SOMEONE IS TRYING TO HELP YOU GET OFF DRUGS, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, LET THEM HELP.