In April 2019, I gained a title I didn’t ask for, didn’t earn and most definitely did not want: Vilomah. I long to hear the title I chose ring in my ears from that still, squeaky voice: “Ma.”
Unfortunately, from my baby Dre, I will never hear that sound again. My 22-year-old son, DreCharles, was shot multiple times in his back while hanging out with his friends. This person should not have had access to a gun due to his being a convicted felon.
My son was a bubbly, happy, fun-loving person. He loved music and just having fun. He was free-spirited. He lived every day of his life doing what made him happy.
As a family, this changed EVERYTHING for us. Our lives have been turned upside down in so many ways. We long for phone calls, hugs, and even his mess-makings around the house and his never cleaning up after himself. I miss my baby so badly that at times I can’t breathe, eat or sleep. Sometimes it’s so bad that I can’t even cry. The impact this has made on our lives is indescribable!