April 12, 2017, at 10:07 p.m., the worst day of my life! This day and time marks the moment I received a call saying my son had been shot, and life as I knew it to be no more and became a fight against the deepest sorrow ever felt by a mother. My one and only child was shot nine times from the back and died on the scene. His killer was on probation, a current felon, shot my baby down and then was permitted to post bail. The pain and thoughtless days consume me as I try and find some form of normalcy, living without my son. His love for life, million-dollar smile, and innate ability to brighten one’s day is dearly missed. This loss has left me trying to figure out what do I do, now that my reason for living has been heinously taken from me.
It is my prayer that our Heavenly Father keep me in my right mind, perfect body, good health and spirit!