My story is about losing my son, best friend, protector, provider and firstborn. Bill lived his life to the fullest and was a friend to all he met. He was skilled in so many ways and shared his gifts and talents with all he met. He had lived with me for the last 15+ years after his divorce and became the “go-to guy” for all in our neighborhood. He would give or do anything for anybody. We were blessed to spend his last day together and enjoyed ourselves.
He was shot and killed the evening of October 22, 2018, and left to die, alone, in the middle of the street after being shot six times. His car was taken and found later torched. I pray the shooter is found — not that it will bring my son back but so that another mother will not experience what I have. A stabbing hole and pain has been left in my heart.