On August 11, 1991, while I was staying with my grandmother, my mother’s abusive ex-boyfriend broke into our home and waited …
He ambushed my mother and my uncle when they returned from a night out. He shot and killed them both. My mother died cowering next to my bed, hiding to save herself. The man then turned the gun on himself. Not a day goes by where I do not wonder what it would be like to have a mom.
This breaks you and your family forever. We carry it every single day. Your life ends that day as well. And you must create a new one. All because of the actions of one sick man.