God came down on His day of Resurrection and took His angel. Before he was mine, he was His.

I want him to wake up every day and see my face and hear my voice and see my son's picture every day.

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.

My tragedy is not going to be the last.

My son has given me the strength to continue. I wish I could retrace my steps.

I saw a bullet hole and I lifted up his shirt. He was trying to breathe and then I saw the blood.