My sister was shot three times and pushed onto the interstate. The bullet to her head was the one that ended any chance of survival for her. She left behind four children. It took a long time for me to understand that the gun was the weapon used, but the person holding it was the actual killer. I wanted to blame all weapons as dangerous. I am in the process of writing my sister’s story after I saw her name down in a statistic of women murdered. She was more than a number. She was my big sister, a mother, a daughter, an aunt and a friend to many. Gun violence has to stop.