The day my life changed forever was on July 26, 2017. I heard a very loud knock on the door at 7 a.m. My middle son opened the door; it was two detectives, and they asked if I was home. My son yelled and said, “Mommy come quick!” I ran into the living room, they asked if I was Ryan Cross’ mom, and I said “yes.” One of the detectives said “Ryan is dead,” just like that. My son screamed and kept saying, “No, No, No!” He said, “Where is Greg?” The detective said, “He’s dead too!”
My heart sank, and my stomach was in my throat I knocked on my oldest son’s door, and he came out and was crying. It felt like I was hit by truck, and everything on the inside shattered. It felt as if my organs shut down and I was just outside of my body, looking at myself and my sons. Never in my life have I ever been so helpless. I miss my son dearly. This is an awful journey, and I don’t wish this on my worst enemy.