My loving son was murdered in Dallas, Texas. He was 23 years old. He left behind five babies, two sisters and a brother. That early Friday morning call was mind-boggling, devastating, nerve-racking. This was May 2, 2008, and every day it seems like yesterday.
I miss my son so much. I often think about how would he look now. His kids don’t know him because they never got to meet him. One of them was only two years old. She does not remember him. One was born one day after he was killed; another one was born two days after being killed. The other two were born that following October. He was young and out there, but they are his kids, and he was taken from them.