My son's life was senselessly taken from him on October, 25, 2015. A phone call that no mother would ever want to receive came to me at 12am on the morning of the 25th. No words can described how I felt when my daughter told me that Jr. had been stabbed and that I needed to come to the hospital. At that time a nightmare begin for me that I would never wish on any other mother. I sat in the hospital waiting room for over 4 hours while my son was in surgery not knowing if he was still alive. I waited for the doctor to come to tell me that the surgery went well and that he would be okay, but he would have a long road to recovery. A mother's worst nightmare became my reality. I was told that my son was not going to make it. My life changed in that instant. I asked to be taken to my son's bedside. I will never forget the pain that pierced my heart to see my son laying in a hospital bed with tubes everywhere with a team of doctors and nurses working to keep him alive. How helpless I felt at that time as a mother, there was nothing that I could do to protect my baby. A mother instinct is to always protect your child from harm and this time I was completely HELPLESS. I will not hear his voice, hold him in my arms, hear his laugh or see him get married or become a father. He was only 25 years and taken away from me too soon. The pain that I feel in my heart can't be expressed with any words now nor in the days to come that would ease that pain. Even more that pains my heart is not having the money to bury my son. I am asking for help to bury my baby boy. I would greatly appreciate any and all donations to help with expenses. Thank You, A GRIEVING MOTHER
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