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

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

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.