It was a 4 a.m. phone call that forever changed our lives, telling us that our son Joshua had been shot. We didn’t know until we reached the hospital and saw him lying on a cold metal slab, blackened eye and lifeless, that he was killed that day by a GSW.
My husband later saw them carry our son away in a body bag, a memory that still haunts him today.
Ten years later, court procedures, defendants jailed and released, our son Josh will never hug me again, run (a passion of his) or SMILE his cheesy grin. I have his cell phone greeting to hear his voice when I am extremely low. While it’s no replacement for Josh, it is comfort to me in times of despair and great sadness. I miss you always, my Tall Ray of Sunshine. 1/9/88 – 9/3/08