On October 31, I was at a high school football game with my school marching band. I played clarinet in the band. When I returned to the high school that I belonged to, my mom’s car was in the parking lot. I had not called her, so I knew something was wrong.
When we returned to our house, we did not park in front of the house. Instead we drove down to a dead end.
My mom turned off the car and turned to me and said, “I have some terrible, terrible news. James has been murdered.” I felt like the world had dropped out from under me. I had to go through a terrible funeral and interment.
I still miss him so much.