July 1, 2022, was a good day. My job was letting us off three hours early for the holiday weekend. Later that day, my mom had a stroke, and my son, Chuckie, went to visit her. He said he was going to get something to eat and never returned.
My sister called and asked me for Chuckie’s location on my iPhone. I called my son, and there was no answer. Time went by, and I started getting calls from people who don’t normally call me. I just started screaming because I knew my baby was gone.
Chuckie’s “friends” stole my son eight days before he turned 30. They stole my son, my grandkids’ father, a grandson, a brother, a nephew, a family man and so much more. I still can’t get past the pain of doing life without him. I will not be silent on gun violence. I will not be silent on sharing how actions impact many, many people. I will be heard, and his name will be remembered.