Hi, my name is Tammy Woodruff; I live in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
My son Marcelle was 18 when he died from a gunshot to the head.
Such a sweet, kind and loving person, he would give you the shirt off his back. He has three sisters and one brother. What people don’t understand is they kill more than just the victim but the people closest to them as well. There’s not a day that goes by that my heart doesn’t ache.
The worst part about it is the killer still walks the street. My son’s life was precious, and he didn’t deserve to die like that. Now all we have are memories, smiles and broken hearts. It’s not easy, but I’m learning to live without him. I most likely will never have closure, but God continue to give me strength. Love you, Marcelle. You’ll always be my baby.