On December 15th, 2024, my whole world turned upside down. My baby boy was taken from me due to a senseless murder. Warren was 30 years old. He was shot four times, his service truck was set on fire, and he was left to die in a wooded area. My son loved life. He was such a vibrant person, who could light up a room with his charismatic smile and jovial demeanor. He was a mechanic by trade and avid motorcycle rider. Just weeks before he was murdered, he mentioned to me how proud he was of himself. My son dedicated a lot of time and effort into becoming the best that he could be. The morning of December 15, 2024 changed my life forever. Warren was living in Williamsburg, VA. but came to the Eastern Shore of Virginia, which was home for him, to celebrate his sister’s 23rd birthday, which is where tragedy struck.
My son left behind a 10 year old son and family members who shall forever keep his memory and his name alive.
Long Live “Warren T. Fosque III.”