My son Tremayne was born August 4, 1995. He was number four of six children. On January 21, 2017, Tremayne and his childhood friend John got into a small altercation in my Roseland home. They began to get serious and started fighting. My husband and I broke them apart. I was talking to Tremayne in my dining room, and my husband took John in our bedroom to see what was going on and why were they fighting. They were raised like brothers.
My life changed forever that day. He shot my son one time in the chest. He died four hours later in surgery. I’m so thankful for the strength God has given me. I wanted to give up that day. But I’m still standing, fighting for justice for my son.