At 4:42 p.m. on March 19, 2015, my oldest son was shot and killed. His only crime was giving a ride to a friend. My heart broke in two that day and will never be whole again. There isn’t a day I don’t get that twinge in my stomach and tears in my eyes at the thought of him not here!
Simply put, I miss my baby, and yes, even at 26, he was still my baby! He was robbed of marrying his fiancé and having my grand babies! He will never know just how much his siblings have done in his name, but I know he would have had a big grin on his face and given out some of his world-famous bear hugs! No mother deserves to bury her baby!