My son lost his life tragically, with a stray bullet through my window. He bled out and died in my home. I watched him take his last breath. I’m not okay. I can’t sleep — all I see is the shock and fear on his face, and the blood while I desperately tried to stop it. I am hurt, angry, and disgusted. Words can’t describe how I feel.

My son lost his life tragically, with a stray bullet through my window. He bled out and died in my home. I watched him take his last breath. I’m not okay.

I can’t sleep — all I see is the shock and fear on his face, and the blood while I desperately tried to stop it. I am hurt, angry, and disgusted. Words can’t describe how I feel.

Sometimes I feel like I can’t go on, but I have to — I have two other sons who need me. I feel like I failed my son because I couldn’t save him. Sometimes I wish it were me instead. Sometimes I question God — why?

My other sons are devastated; they were so close in age, grew up together, and miss their brother terribly. My heart hurts every day.”

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