November 18, 2011. That is the day my beautiful daughter was murdered by her husband. November 20, 2011, is when my life as I knew it stopped. That’s the day I found out that he had killed my “baby.” She was only 34 and had a young son who, unfortunately, witnessed his mother’s murder. I don’t go a day without at least one tear falling. The gun used was purchased by her for him.
I didn’t know of the abuse. If there was a law that checked the backgrounds of family members, it would have found his prior gun charges. Nothing will bring her back, yet I wait for the phone to ring. We don’t need more guns; we don’t need assault rifles or “bump” kits. We need to find a way to love one another. I will never be the same. I find it difficult to go outside. It seems the friends that I had just don’t know what to say anymore. I don’t know what to say anymore. Please put the guns down.