My son Terrence “Trife” Mingo was a fun-loving young man who literally gave anyone the clothes off of his back. He was truly one of God’s favored. To know him is to never forget him. I still don’t know this person that lives in my body. Four days before his 29th birthday, I was burying my son. May 3, 2013, he was shot in front of my mother’s house, going to watch the playoffs. May 4, 2013, God called him home. May 11, 2013, I buried him, and I was at the cemetery, celebrating his birthday, on May 15, 2013. Almost 29 years, forever young.