My sister Kiosha Moore was shot and killed on October 27, 2019 in Baltimore. She was only 22 years old. Kiosha was my rock. She lived with me in Detroit a couple of years after our older sister Mia was killed in a hate crime. We mourned Mia together, and we found a way forward. Kiosha traveled with me to all my games. She would always be in the front row cheering me on. She would be there every day when I got home from practice.
Kiosha was so strong – she could hold her own. She even wanted to be a boxer for a while. That’s how she took on life. She had my nephew Carson when she was 19 years old. She was a great mother. She was always looking out for him, protecting him, and trying to make a better life … and taking pictures!
I’d make fun of her about the pictures, but I’m so thankful that she captured all those moments, even the goofy selfies we would take together. You never know when it’s all going to be gone.
How to stop all the violence and the death that goes on in Baltimore is beyond me. But I’m just sick and tired of it. I just wish that things were different.