He gave me two minutes more with my son. He's an angel. He breathed life into him.

He screamed out and I stopped the car. I saw the bullet hole \[in the door\] and I looked in the seat. I saw the blood on him.

My tragedy is not going to be the last.

God came down on His day of Resurrection and took His angel. Before he was mine, he was His.

My son has given me the strength to continue. I wish I could retrace my steps.

I saw a bullet hole and I lifted up his shirt. He was trying to breathe and then I saw the blood.