The monster who shot my brother, sister in law, and niece has a trial scheduled for this November. I haven’t gotten over any of my anger and I haven’t stopped missing my family; I never will. But as the months go by, it gets a little easier to bear, somehow.

But sometimes I’ll hear something that brings it back full force and it’s like a train hitting me.

My seven year old nephew, who witnessed the killings, told my niece the other day, ‘After I got out from under sissy, I had to walk over mammaw and pappaw, then I ran down the hill and called the cops. After all, they did shoot my people.’ And my heart broke all over again.

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