| You extend your arms to your child, wanting him to grab on to you, and he can't, he has no strength, the life from his body, is slowing draining, and he knows he is slipping into unconsciousness. Thoughts go through his mind, he still feels, he can still think: oh my Mom, Papa and Mama. And then he closes his eyes, and falls into a deep sleep, slumped against the steering wheel, and there is no more pain. But his eyes do not fully close, one is left partially open, more than likely - from the bullet, that entered into his brain. It is a deep sleep, one he will never wake up from, ever again. This is what you live with, every day. This is what you see. You don't want to, but every waking moment - you live this. That night: where animals took your only child's life, left him there to die, with the intent of MURDERING him, a life - ended, unfulfilled, hopes and dreams of a better life - SHATTERED! This was no mistake, no I'm sorry's, this was intentional! I just can't fathom - WHY? So many people there the night this took place. So many people and not one person will come forward, to assist the Homicide Detectives. Pembroke Street - dimly lit, but lit nonetheless. 3 a.m. in the morning. People out on the street, 25 shots fired: and No One Knows Anything! And the MURDERER'S FREE, to live and breathe another day! You are left with nothing, but memories. Your walls are adorned with photographs from a newborn, a little boy, a teenager, and then a grown man. But these pictures, as beautiful and as meaningful as they are: haunt you, and will for the rest of your life. They are still shots, they don't move, they don't speak. Hopes, dreams, lives shattered, in one instance. Nothing can or ever will be the same again. You are changed forever, for MURDER changes you. You are hollow, you are empty, devoid of any happiness. Yes, life goes on, whether we want it to or not: the sun will rise, and will go to sleep at night, and this Mother, and Grandparents: cry, their hearts shattered into a million pieces: for there should be happiness, and dreams to fulfill. Instead, we are left with nothing, but unbearable pain. A Mom, who goes to sleep each and every night, with her Son's Ashes. She holds him close to her heart, hoping the beating of her heart - will comfort her child. The box rattles, and you can hear your child's bones rattle, hear the sand shift. And you ask yourself - 'why' - over and over again! Death is a natural process, and we read about 'Murder(s)' all the time. But there is no one, who can even explain what this word means. It is everything I have written here. It means never having to see that person ever again. For all the many years, that YOU will live, there is not one day, when you will see the one Murdered ever again! You can never, ever again say: 'I Love You, You Are My Whole World, I'm Sorry For Many Things, When You Go Out - Please Be Safe'. I will Love you FOREVER ZOLIKA! I will never stop this fight, until these animals are punished, for what they have done. Though no punishment, will ever, ever be enough. You are gone from us - FOREVER! Forever: In My Heart, Forever - Always, Forever - Butterfly! |