As long as you can walk into a store in some states and walk out with a gun, my son won't be the last child shot in this city. |
God came down on His day of Resurrection and took His angel. Before he was mine, he was His. |
He gave me two minutes more with my son. He's an angel. He breathed life into him. |
He screamed out and I stopped the car. I saw the bullet hole [in the door] and I looked in the seat. I saw the blood on him. |
I saw a bullet hole and I lifted up his shirt. He was trying to breathe and then I saw the blood. |
I want him to wake up every day and see my face and hear my voice and see my son's picture every day. |
I want justice for my son. |
I was driving and I heard the gunshot and I heard my son screaming. |
My son has given me the strength to continue. I wish I could retrace my steps. |
My son was an angel from the sky - he'll always be with us. This is what he left us with. And this is nothing because I don't have him to hold on to anymore. |
My tragedy is not going to be the last. |