A parent’s worst nightmare is to get a call that your child/son has been shot. That nightmare became my reality on August 11, 2019, with my oldest son Kevin. He decided to visit family and friends for his 21st birthday in New York. Little did I know that it was his plan to stay for good. Just a little over two weeks, and things took a drastic turn for the worst.
Not really sure, but looking back on it now, I had a gut feeling something was going to happen. I just didn’t think it would be so drastic and final. Kevin and I were in constant contact that entire weekend, and I had just talked with him earlier that Sunday. My last thing to him was about him being safe and aware of his surroundings, not to be out traveling late at night. He assured me that he was okay and that everything was going fine and as he had planned. Little did I know that would be my last time hearing my son’s voice. A few hours later, he would be fighting for his life. I can’t really describe that moment.