Bethany Nina June Ingram was born October 1, in Grand Prairie, Texas, a suburb of Dallas, the only girl of four children. She grew up in the Dallas/Ft. Worth, Texas, area until about the age of eight years, and then she moved to a different part of Texas with me, her mother. At age fifteen, she moved once again with me and two of her brothers to Arkansas and there remained until her tragic death in April 2006.
Nina was always an outgoing person and had a strong will to accomplish what she set her heart to. She left trails of smiles and laughter as a never-ending stream. She always left a supernatural impact on each person she met. An encounter that left them forever changed.
Nina was always trying to better herself. She generously provided help to everyone she met and assisted me and brothers religiously. She was mature and responsible beyond her years. She knew the financial struggles of a single mom and knew well how to balance her own checkbook as well as her mom’s. Her heart had a very dear and special place for children, and they would cling to her like glue. Her charisma with them was a gift from God. She adored them and hated to see them struggling, no matter what their problems were, and if they were abused, or even killed, she became very angry and upset. In the same manner, if hurt or harm came to anyone she cared for, she would display her concerns very strongly, and in an extreme circumstance would fight for their behalf. She so wanted everyone to be happy and made it her plight in life to see that it held true and strong. Nina minded her own business, went to school, and performed her job well.
She was an exceptionally hard worker, loved God with all of her heart, and loved her life. She had a hard time understanding a person that would profess one thing and do another. She did not waste a lot of time on people like this. She hated drugs and never touched them. In her lifetime, she never had a wreck or received a traffic ticket, and adamantly stayed away from wild parties. She was loved by many, and they only had good words to say about her. She did not have a single enemy.
Excerpt from “The Brightest Star” by Judy Ingram