On May 29, 2018, Myron stayed out that night. He never came back home to me and his three children. I called him numerous times, and there was no response. Then he finally answered on May 30, around 11 a.m., and said he was on his way home. We had plans to do shopping at Walmart.
He never came the next day. I kept calling his phone; it kept going to voicemail. At this point I still didn’t think anything bad was going on, so I waited for his call. Still he didn’t come home. At 10:30 p.m. I got a call, and the voicemail that was left on my phone said that Myron was shot bad and for me to answer the phone. I heard him on the voicemail saying “Myron Walls” to the person who used his phone to call me. I still didn’t believe this was true.
At 1 a.m. the doctors from Brookdale Hospital called me and left a voicemail. When I returned the call, they said he was shot five times inside an NYC Housing Authority staircase after 10:30 p.m.
This is still unbelievable to me. Myron lived for seven months after this happened and passed away on January 1, 2019.