My son, John Efrem Wilson, known as Jay to everyone, was murdered on March 23, 2020, in West Virginia, by a coward. We were told he received a call from a friend, asking him to come and get her and her son; she was trying to leave her boyfriend, who was being abusive. When the person who called him was loading her stuff into his car, the cowardly murderer shot him in the head because, as he claimed at his hearing, he was mad that my son had come to take his girlfriend away from him. He did not know my son—never met him—but took his life in a fit of rage at his girlfriend.
My son was one of the kindest people you would have ever met. His loss to our family has been devastating. As his mother, not a day goes by that I am not reminded of him; I relive over and over the senseless way he died. He was an awesome martial arts instructor, and the tributes received after his murder have spoken volumes about the kind of person he was.