My son, Brandon D. Williams, left home one evening on June 23, 2019. He was murdered in a mass shooting outside Kelly’s Pub in South Bend, Indiana, while attending a birthday party. Eleven people were shot that night; my son took the fatal shot to the head.
People ask me how I felt about my child being the only one who did not survive. The Lord spoke to me and said, “If it wasn’t your child, then which person should it have been?” I never questioned it again because I would not want anyone to wear these shoes that I’m now walking in.
I didn’t see Brandon again after that night, until the day before his funeral. I was not allowed to go into the hospital (ER) for hours due to the number of victims from the shootings. I couldn’t hold him or touch him to tell him I love him or just say goodbye.
I will never see my son on this Earth again. Yet I have hope that one day we will be together again.