My youngest son, Darryl, age 22, was shot multiple times and killed in Atlanta on December 3, 2018. I live in another state, so my son and I did a lot of FaceTime and texting. I texted him as usual on that evening, and I said that I loved him and for him to call me. He never called me, and I found that unusual. When I received the call from Atlanta stating that my son was dead, it was around the time that I had texted him.
My life has not been the same since that day. I have trouble sleeping, I cry every night and every morning, and sometimes I cry all day and I can’t get out of the bed. I was working on some personal projects before my son was killed, and he was aware of what I was doing, so those things have kept me somewhat busy. I will do whatever I have to do to honor my son and to keep his memory alive. I do not wish this gut-wrenching feeling on any parent.