Post by dblvictim on Feb 18, 2012 13:09:24 GMT -5
This Wednesday Trevor would be turning 21. Instead of celebrating we (family & friends) will meet at his grave sight to wish him a Happy Birthday. This is just one more part of life that the suspects have taken from me.
I was not able to see him graduate from high school, he was in his last year. I never was able to see him go to culinary school, become a chef and start his own resteraunt. I was not able to see him get married, have children. There's no more birthdays, christmas', new years.
We used to sneak off and go to a chinese resteraunt close to our home. Trevor used to tell me everything that was going on in his life, and his brothers. I will never again hear "hey mom, i love you".
His brother, Ty, has had to learn to live life without him. They were always together. They are less than a year apart. Ty wears a dog-tag with his brothers face etched on it. He visits his brother often. I see my son and I caan see that a part of him is missing. His brother, Trevor, is the missing part.
The three that came into our home that night are still free. We see them in the neighborhood. They still have their lives. I often wonder what their parents would think if they knew their sons were cold-blooded murders.
So, now I am left with so much anger. my life is still in shambles. How do you pick up the pieces and continue with your life? I have not figured that one out yet.
So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON.
I was not able to see him graduate from high school, he was in his last year. I never was able to see him go to culinary school, become a chef and start his own resteraunt. I was not able to see him get married, have children. There's no more birthdays, christmas', new years.
We used to sneak off and go to a chinese resteraunt close to our home. Trevor used to tell me everything that was going on in his life, and his brothers. I will never again hear "hey mom, i love you".
His brother, Ty, has had to learn to live life without him. They were always together. They are less than a year apart. Ty wears a dog-tag with his brothers face etched on it. He visits his brother often. I see my son and I caan see that a part of him is missing. His brother, Trevor, is the missing part.
The three that came into our home that night are still free. We see them in the neighborhood. They still have their lives. I often wonder what their parents would think if they knew their sons were cold-blooded murders.
So, now I am left with so much anger. my life is still in shambles. How do you pick up the pieces and continue with your life? I have not figured that one out yet.
So...HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON.