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Sorry to bring negative thoughts, but I'm lonely today. Twenty-two years ago tonight in July 1995, my son Joshua was murdered in a "wrong place at the wrong time" late-night robbery with his friend David. David survived after being shot in the shoulder. Joshua did not. He died within minutes. He was 22 years old. Tonight marks 22 years since it happened. Twenty-two years of life, 22 years gone.
Sandi

Anniversaries of tragic events are always tough. Many (((hugs))) to you as you remember the day. Try to focus on the happy 22 years.

(((Sandi)))

And more (((Sandi))).

Sandi, ((((((((hugs))))))) such a horrible thing for a mother to have to live with. I think of you often. Some anniversaries we could do without, for sure!! if only all of our hugs could ease your pain!!!

CArol

((((((Sandi))))))

I'm so sad for you today, Sandi. Time does not heal all wounds, just packs them away temporarily. The pain of your loss is impenetrable, and speaks to the depth of your love for him. Know that we all hold you in love today, and offer hugs from across the country in support.
Eileen

Thinking of you Sandi. ): Wishing you brighter days ahead.

Linda

You are in my thoughts. Take care of yourself.
Velda

Thinking of you as you move through these days.

Feeling for you - the missing never stops does it. It's been almost 11 years since our son died. Think of him all the time.

Hugs!

Adding my hugs to all those winging your way. These anniversaries are always tough to bear, but know that you have a lot of shoulders helping to carry the load.

Pooker

Thank you to all my good friends for your kind words. I sit here this morning noting everything that happened that morning 22 years ago today and has played out in an ongoing nightmare from having to call my daughter in Los Angeles and hearing a scream that still reverberates in my ear and calling his girlfriend in Indio in Southern California and hearing the same scream. Wanting to go personally to tell my parents their grandson had been murdered only to find my daughter had called her closest cousin (my brother's daughter), who called my brother, who called my parents, who called me to ask if it was true. I never got to tell them in person. Then even though my parents only lived 20 miles away, they didn't come to see me for 2 1/2 days and never offered any support. Everything about it is a nightmare. Sorry, but I'm alone here and I guess I just need to talk to someone. I think I'm done. Thank you.
Sandi

monik7 wrote:Then even though my parents only lived 20 miles away, they didn't come to see me for 2 1/2 days and never offered any support. Everything about it is a nightmare. Sorry, but I'm alone here and I guess I just need to talk to someone. I think I'm done. Thank you.
Sandi

So very sorry to hear of so many levels of your pain. I cannot imagine it.

My thoughts and prayers are with you.

Anne