On February 19, 2000, my daughter, Jennifer, became the victim in a murder-suicide. Her boyfriend, shot her eight times as she ran away from him. He was a federal agent who knew how to kill.
What I have learned from this unspeakable experience is that there is life after death. Jennifer continues to play a big part in my life from spirit.
This year is the 20th anniversary, and not much has improved in gun violence. Yet, we must never give up working to make things better so that other parents and and grandchildren, children and friends won’t have to learn about grief the hard way.