My daughter’s life was taken in December 2003. She was a mother of daughter that was 18 months old, and she was seven and a half months pregnant with her second child. My daughter’s childhood friend from grade school decided to shoot my daughter in the head because my daughter no longer wanted to be roommates due to her friend’s lifestyle.
My daughter was murdered in front of her daughter, and everyone present watched my granddaughter run around her mother’s body for 15 minutes before calling the police. The killer ran and stayed on the run for 24 hours. I only had one daughter, and she was my firstborn. This ordeal has been a struggle for all these years; its moment in time that will never be forgotten. My daughter lived in Jackson, Mississippi, at the time, and she was the 46th homicide of that year. Black lives really do matter, but we need to get to the point where we stop killing each other.