The Joy Is Gone
My only child was murdered at the age of 28 , shot in the head on the streets of Chgo, his case still open, no one in custody, no closure for those he left behind including his only son left with no answers just many questions of why? A time in life I will never forget, it was the day after Thanksgiving 2005 when we got the call that my son had been shot, my world began to spin, thoughts traveled at a high speed thru my head, saying to myself oh my God! As we hurried to the hospital I tried to block out thinking the worst, feeling like I was in a daze and its not real. But as we reached the hospital we are told that he has been shot in the back of the left side of the head, I knew this was bad, later they told us The brain is dead. I now have the unimaginable task of preparing to burying my only child, and tell his six yr old son his dad is dead. I belive that NO! Mother should have to experience burying a child who has been murdered by street violence and crime. My experience has been one that had changed my life forever, I now know the deep pain, sadness and the break with reality that losing a loved one to murder causes. Each day after more than a year I still look at my son's picture and still can't believe that someone took him from us. And each year around the Holidays the reminder that he is no longer with us is a vivid reminder when we come together, and every since the November day in 2005 the Joy I once held during the holiday season is forever gone, because it reminds me that this is the time of year that someone killed my baby. And when we come together as I look around the holidays are a reminder to me of that reality tht he is gone and not coming back, someone took him, and no justice for him at all. I think of all the special moments someone has stolen from me such as his wedding day, he will never marry, have more children, I will never hear his voice on the other end of the telephone on Mother's day or see him walk thru my door and worst of all when I want to celebrate him on Father's Day, Birthday etc. I have to go to the cemetary to do it because someone stole my joy when they killed my only child.