On June 25, 2017, my son was shot outside a store. The bullet wasn’t meant for him. He’d gotten caught in the middle of a shoot-out. He had just turned 16 the month before. My son died at the scene, but first responders worked on him to keep his heart going. I had the doctors run every test to make sure they didn’t declare him dead right then and there.
My son was an outstanding teenager. He was into sports, video games and art. He had an abundance of friends and family who loved him unconditionally. Who knew that day would have been the last time I would hear his voice, look into his eyes? He gave other families hope. I donated his organs. His gift was appreciated. As days go by, I cry, I scream and become depressed.
I will continue to honor and keep his name and legacy alive.
“Emani Jamal Robinson”
5/8/01-6/26/17