OUR LOSS . . .
I am overwhelmed with so many young
people taken from life so violently. We lost our son Aug.
23, 1998. They found our car in a pond at a nearby police station;
six months later, Jan. 10, 1999 his body was discovered in a
nearby park. He had been robbed, kidnapped, beaten, killed and
buried. We are now facing the horrors of reliving this pain, and
we haven't forgotten the loss of our 33-year-old son for a second.
He's in our thoughts when we awaken as well as when we try to get
some rest -- every day.
James would have
been 36 this year, on April 13. My son was a man of the sea;
had just gotten his captain's license two weeks prior to his
murder. He loved boats and the water....as well as music,
dancing - life in general. Nature, sky, clouds...he was a
special person and a gentleman.