This journey that I have been on has changed my life forever. On January 19, 2015, Martin Luther King Jr. Day, my son, James Pastures, was a victim of gun violence.
That day changed my life and my family’s life forever. It will never be the same; a part of our family chain has been broken. James was our second child born to us, out of three. James was smart, intelligent, loving and kind, and he had a smile that would light up any room. I miss my son so much. I miss him calling me to check on me, to see how my day was going. I miss him calling me to see what I cooked, and asking me if I could fix him a plate- he would be over to get it later!
James was a high school graduate. He went to college, and he was also a military veteran. He was married and had three children, one of which one followed him in death a year after he was murdered. Our oldest grandson, James’s oldest son, was in a fatal car accident. No parent should have to bury their children. Our children are supposed to bury us. Miss you, Jay.