My son’s name is Rasaan Lee Millner. He was 33 years old. Lived December 24, 1980 to May 5, 2014. It was a Tuesday when I got the call at 3 p.m. that he was dead. I was in total shock. I could not believe the words that were coming from the other end of the phone that my son was dead—my only son.
It has been a long journey to get to where I am at now: I have learned how to accept my son’s death and still be able to live a productive life. I am in therapy for PTSD, and it has been helping a lot. With the help of my two daughters, that is my backbone.