My son was murdered on December 15, 2020, by someone who didn’t know him, as he nestled in bed at his home that he shared with roommates. Someone else’s issues resulted in my son’s death, leaving behind a nine-month-old daughter at the time. I haven’t questioned God, and my faith has prevented anger from rising as of today. So many stories, so many lost, yet I didn’t see it coming when death arrived so abruptly. I would never want a mother, even the mother of my son’s killer, to live in the pain that I suffer daily as I try to adjust to my new norm. My goal is to be an advocate and to transition my pain into purpose. My son’s death will not be in vain. I am in Charlotte, North Carolina, and my son died in Hagerstown, Maryland.