On August 25, 2012, my world and everything in it changed. My firstborn child, my son Jean-Ciar, was shot and killed while leaving a sports bar. The grief is all consuming, and the pain and emptiness indescribable. The anger, fear and frustration not having his case solved yet is ever present.
I miss my son, my children miss their brother, and my granddaughter, who was born four months after he was killed, aches to meet her Dad.
Nothing is the same, nor will it ever be again.
Gun violence robbed my son of his adulthood, and robbed everyone that knew and loved him of a great man.