On December 2, 2017, my wife and I received a phone call in the early morning hours, saying we needed to come — hurry — that something happened to our son. When we arrived at the location, we found out that our son had been murdered and left there like a piece of trash. This is something I wouldn’t want any parent to go through. It’s been two years now, and even though they have the suspects, it brings no closure. We are still waiting for trial dates for the three individuals involved in my son’s death.
It’s been hard everyday to deal with him being gone and the fact that his children will never get to know their Dad. My wife struggles with depression, and it’s rough and hard on my family.
There have to be stricter laws in place for this rash of gun violence and nonsense in our society. To all the others who have lost loved ones as well to violence, may God bless you all.