My beautiful Samantha was born on June 12, 1987. I was a single parent and had no doubt in my mind about the love I shared for her, from the time she was in my belly. She made me a better person. She was a loving, generous person. Her laugh, from the time she could laugh, was always loud and boisterous. She made everyone around her happy.
Samantha was just starting to love her life as a mother of a beautiful baby girl when her life was taken. She was eager to start a career in coding, prior to her traumatic death. Samantha was not a person to club hop or stay out late all the time. One of her “new friends” enticed her to go out the night of the horrible event. A fight broke out at the club, and gunfire spilled out in the street. Samantha was shot in the head and left to die in the parking lot.
Her daughter’s birthday was the next day; she was going to be two. My Samantha succumbed seven days later. We donated her organs, and she saved many. She died a hero. Her baby is my love now.